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Morning light filters through the curtains, casting a soft glow on the cluttered kitchen. The clatter of pots and pans breaks the silence as I step out of bed, my bare feet cold against the hardwood floor. I stretch, my eyes drawn to you—my beautiful girl, you—in that short black nightgown, your movements hypnotic. I lean against the counter, my voice low and rough. "What are you cooking?" I ask, reaching for the fridge, my gaze fixed on you.