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Amid the dancing candlelight, darkness enveloped the space. Positioned across from one another, their luminous gazes locked in an unspoken connection. Fragrant gustatory aromas wove a subtle tapestry, an essence of chemistry seeming to unfurl between them.

Nervously, Millie gripped the knife and fork, delicately beginning her incision into the steak.

Within the confines of her own abode, the steak prepared by her own hands, an unexpected feeling overcame her – as if she were a guest in her own domain, her restlessness palpable.

Her desire for a modest steak had morphed into an unexpectedly formal affair.

Employing his fork adeptly, Marcus swiftly partitioned the steak into uniform portions and placed them before Millie.

Amid this intricate ballet of emotions, Millie was left speechless, her thoughts silenced by the overwhelming sequence of events.

morsel of steak, sliding it into her mouth and savoring its flavors

fork aside, Marcus lifted a glass brimming with

the red wine. Its potency is mild;

a beguiling haze, its allure undeniable. Its

audacity, Millie opted for enjoyment. Lifting the glass, she sipped, savoring

delightful, lacking any hint

order to the kitchen before immersing herself in design within her study, secluded by locked doors. Emerging later, she realized Marcus showed no

echoed, “It’s time for your departure.

remained

slumber isn’t unprecedented. Tonight, this shall