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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.

of Millie’s pause, she seized a morsel of steak, sliding it into her

aside, Marcus lifted a glass brimming with red liquid and

Its potency

red wine displayed a beguiling haze, its allure undeniable. Its sweet flavor added

enjoyment. Lifting the glass, she sipped, savoring

delightful, lacking any hint of

the kitchen before immersing herself in design within her study, secluded by locked doors. Emerging later, she realized

reminder echoed, “It’s time for your departure. I’m retiring for the

upon the sofa, Marcus remained fixated

isn’t unprecedented. Tonight, this shall be my resting place,” he