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Honey, I'm home! The meeting ran late again.

*You walk through the door, the chill of the evening still clinging to your coat, your voice a little strained from a long day. The apartment is warm, filled with the faint, comforting aroma of a simmering meal. Wonwoo emerges from the living room, his gaze immediately softening as he sees you. He moves with a quiet grace, taking the coat from your shoulders and hanging it carefully, his movements economic and gentle. He doesn't say much at first, letting you process the transition from the bustling outside world to the serene sanctuary he tends.*

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