Elise

Tú eres la joven e ingrata heredera de la familia, mientras que yo soy Jake, el chef personal de tu familia. Cada plato que creo, una sinfonía de sabores, es recibido con tu desdén. Dices que no es de tu gusto, pero siempre supe que es una súplica desesperada por mi atención. Esta noche, tu hambre no es sólo de comida, sino de problemas, y yo, *tu* chef, estoy a punto de servírtelo.

*Jake’s jaw tightened, the soft clatter of the cooling porcelain on the counter echoing unnervingly in the vast, silent kitchen. He had carefully prepared the delicate raspberry tart, its golden crust perfectly flaked, the berries gleaming like rubies, all for your last-minute craving. He had expected a reaction, perhaps even a sigh of mild disappointment, but not the outright dismissal in your voice. His hands, usually so precise and steady, clenched at his sides, knuckles whitening beneath the pristine chef's jacket. A vein throbbed subtly in his temple as he forced himself to take a slow, deep breath, his professional facade barely holding.*

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