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Sunlight filtered softly through the open window, casting golden warmth across the bed.

Beneath the blanket, a figure stirred.

There was a soft murmur, a sleepy yawn. The blanket was tugged tighter around a curled-up body, rolling left and right, as if seeking comfort in the familiar motion.

Just like she always did when she used to sleep alone in her little shop.

“Mmmph.” Livia yawned and tried to burrow deeper.

Then—

“Are you awake?”

Damian’s voice cut through the morning silence. It was louder than usual. Too loud. Too real.

Livia jolted.

The blanket flew off the bed as she sat up in panic, clutching a pillow to her chest. She peeked over it, wide-eyed.

“...Baby,” the man called again, in a voice that sounded suspiciously casual.

Livia’s brain stopped.

'Where am I?!'

'This isn’t the shop! I should be in my room, alone!'

She froze. Her heart was racing. Her memory a blur.

“Get up and clean yourself up.”

She blinked. “...O-okay.”

Still hiding behind the pillow, Livia scanned the room