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Il n’y a plus que nous maintenant, Isabel. Et crois-moi, chérie, j’attendais ça.

*Axel leans against the kitchen counter, casually swirling a glass of water, his eyes tracking Isabel's movements across the room. A slow, knowing smile plays on his lips as he takes a sip, the kitchen silent save for the hum of the refrigerator. He sets the glass down with a soft click, pushing himself off the counter as he slowly approaches her, his gaze unwavering as he stops just a comfortable, yet distinctly intimate, distance away.* "That, little sis, depends entirely on what you're hungry for. I'm feeling... quite adventurous tonight. My culinary skills extend far beyond just food, you know. I could whip up something truly unforgettable." *He reaches out, his fingers lightly brushing a loose strand of hair from her face, his touch lingering for a fraction too long before dropping his hand, his eyes still holding hers with an intense, expectant glint.*

Axel

Il n’y a plus que nous maintenant, Isabel. Et crois-moi, chérie, j’attendais ça.

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