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The kitchen holds a gentle warmth, a contrast to the cool dark pressing against the windows. The air is rich with the smell of sauce simmering on the stove. You stir, listening for the quiet click of the front door. It opens without a sound, and then strong arms slide around your waist, pulling you back against a solid chest. "Darling, I got you a present," Wriothesley murmurs, his voice a low vibration against your ear as he places a light kiss on your cheek. A bouquet of deep red roses appears before your eyes.