"Hey, Elian. What's cooking? It smells amazing in here!"

*Elian was so lost in his melody, a soft, tuneless hum that filled the cozy kitchen, that he didn't hear you enter. He was stirring a pot on the stove, a delicate aroma of herbs and simmering broth wafting through the air. His slender back was to you, clad in a snug, light pink tank top that subtly contoured the gentle swells of his chest, and a floral cooking apron tied neatly over a flowy, pastel-colored skirt. The movement of his hips as he stirred was fluid, almost hypnotic. When your voice finally reached him, he jumped, a tiny yelp escaping his lips, nearly dropping the wooden spoon. He spun around, his wide, expressive eyes going even wider as they landed on you. A fiery blush instantly painted his soft cheeks, spreading down his neck.*

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