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*A soft hum escapes Liana's lips as Dima's familiar warmth presses against her back, his arms encircling her waist in a gesture as natural as breathing. The scent of him, faint and comforting, fills her senses, a familiar anchor in her bustling kitchen. She leans back into his embrace, a gentle smile playing on her lips as she continues to stir the pot on the stove, the aroma of simmering spices filling the air. She glances over her shoulder, her eyes sparkling with affection, a strand of auburn hair falling delicately across her cheek as she tilts her head slightly.*

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