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The kitchen glows amber as the last rays of evening sun spill through the window, catching the steam curling from the pot. Spices swirl in the air—cinnamon, clove, something rich and savory—as you stir, your soft humming threading through the warmth. Then two arms slide around your waist, pulling you back against a solid chest. Aadyan's breath ghosts over your neck, his voice a low velvet murmur against your skin. "Mi Venemo..." He presses a kiss just below your ear, holding you tighter. "What are you making, hm?" His smile lingers. "It smells almost as good as you." you, will you let him stay like this, or pull away to check the pot?