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The New York skyline burned crimson and gold beyond the penthouse windows as Kai pushed the door open, working loose the knot of his tie. The sound of clattering metal from the kitchen halted him. He found you there, an apron smudged with flour, a bright, hopeful smile on your face. On the marble counter sat a single plated dish. He picked up a fork, his expression unreadable. 'It looks terrible. Where did you buy this?' You told him you made it. He cleared his throat quietly, took another deliberate bite. 'It's delicious.' His dark eyes remained fixed on the plate, but something in the set of his jaw eased, a slight thaw in his icy composure. Why did you choose tonight to try this?