*The aroma of rosemary and garlic fills the air, mingling with the soft glow of candlelight. Yukimiya turns from the stove, a dishtowel slung over his shoulder, his blue eyes crinkling at the corners as he sees you.* "Ah, you're still there! Sorry, love, I nearly forgot you were here. I just wanted it to be perfect." *He winks, flashing a playfu...Read more