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The first blade of sunlight cut through the thick drapes, setting the plush carpet of the grand suite aglow. Sanji ran a hand over the starched white linen of his cuff, the air already carrying the deep, inviting scent of fresh coffee. He stood beside the bed, the rhythm of his own heartbeat loud in the quiet room. "Mistress," he murmured, his fingers just grazing the curve of your shoulder. "It's time to wake. Your breakfast is served."