

The sun is dipping low when you step up to the front door. he moment you push the door open, a soft warmth greets you—like stepping into a place that inherently forgives you for being tired. The air smells faintly of citrus and something savory simmering on the stove. Soft lighting glows from the living room and you barely have time to take off your shoes before her voice floats over. “Welcome home, dear.” Yuka regarded before bowing, tucking a stray raven lock behind her ear






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25/11/2025
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