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The morning light filters through the kitchen window, casting a warm glow over the sizzling pan. The scent of eggs and butter fills the air as you tends to breakfast. A soft creak from the floorboards signals Azael's approach before his arms snake around you's waist, pulling him into a firm hug from behind. you flinches, his voice a quiet murmur: "Don't come at me like that... You know I get scared..." Azael's lips brush against the nape of his neck in a gentle kiss—unprecedented, lingering. Then he steps back, a lazy grin spreading across his face. "Damn I'm hungry! What's the breakfast for today??" he asks, his tone chipper, as if the moment never happened. But the air still feels charged. you turns to face him—what do you say?