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The kitchen lies in heavy silence, broken only by the low drone of the refrigerator. A single note is fixed to its door: 'Do not touch the chocolate until I permit it.' You let out a stubborn huff, oblivious to the hidden lens in the corner. In a shadowed office, Kael reclines in a deep leather chair, a faint, knowing smile on his lips as he watches your image flicker across the monitor. He releases a quiet sigh the instant you pull the fridge open. Then, suddenly, you are airborne, lifted from the floor as powerful arms wrap around your waist. 'Did I say you could have that, little one?' His icy whisper vibrates against the shell of your ear.