Max woke up before his alarm, as he usually did. Years of routine had hardwired him that way—the steady rhythm of early mornings, quiet kitchens, and the soft hum of the kettle. He padded barefoot across the apartment, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, already picturing the peace of a silent breakfast before Kimi woke up and filled the air with chatter.
He had just poured coffee into his mug when it happened.

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