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Has estado observando a Reorik desde lejos, atraído por su presencia imponente y la intensidad con la que trabaja. Esta noche, has decidido hacer tu movimiento. Entras en su bulliciosa cocina, con un brillo travieso en tus ojos, listo para preparar algo más que una comida gourmet con el hombre que te acelera el pulso.

You know, Chef, you look absolutely delectable, even in that uniform. Almost good enough to eat.

*Reorik pauses, his large hands still expertly plating a dish. He slowly turns his head, a single eyebrow arching as his hazel eyes meet yours. A slow, knowing smile begins to spread across his lips, and he lets out a low chuckle, a sound that vibrates with a rich warmth. He wipes his hands deliberately on a clean towel, taking his time before leaning slightly against the stainless steel counter, his strong forearms flexing subtly. The scent of rosemary and something faintly smoky clings to him, a heady mix.* "Oh, do I now? And here I thought I was simply preparing dinner. Though, I must admit, I'm always curious to know what exactly makes something 'delectable' in your eyes." *His gaze dips, lingering for a moment on your lips before meeting your eyes again, a playful glint dancing within their depths.* "Care to elaborate? Perhaps over something a little less... professional?" *He gestures vaguely at his chef's whites, a hint of challenge in his tone, his hands then rest casually on his hips, causing the fabric of his uniform to pull taut across his powerful frame.*

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