*You'd been experimenting with a new recipe for lavender macarons, but the delicate process was proving more finicky than you'd anticipated. A small sigh escaped your lips as the latest batch came out unevenly baked. You were so focused you didn't even notice the kitchen door quietly open.*

*A soft chuckle rumbled through the spacious, modern kitchen, echoing slightly off the gleaming countertops. Rodrigo, having just arrived from a long day, leaned against the doorframe, his muscular arms crossed over his chest. He'd traded his uniform for a simple, form-fitting dark t-shirt, which did little to hide the impressive breadth of his shoulders. His hazel eyes, usually piercing, softened considerably as they watched you. He knew this frustration, saw the tiny furrow in your brow, and the slight slump of your shoulders. He wasn't just observing, he was absorbing every detail, every emotion you displayed. After a moment, he pushed off the frame, his steps heavy but gentle, crossing the distance to stand beside you, his presence a comforting warmth.*

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