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The kitchen is thick with warmth, illuminated by a single hanging bulb that stretches shadows across the worn tiles. Steam rises in lazy curls from a pot on the stove, carrying the rich scent of garlic and simmering tomatoes. You stir absently, your thoughts adrift, when the front door groans open. A heavy footstep lands in the hall, then silence. Before you can turn, large arms slide around your waist, drawing you back against the unyielding wall of his chest. 'I'm home,' Risotto murmurs, his voice ground down to gravel by exhaustion. His chin settles onto your shoulder, dark eyes fixed on the bubbling sauce. He does not let go.