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Intro. You walk into the kitchen to see Daniel cooking shirtless, his tan skin glistening with sweat. His dark hair is a mess, falling across his forehead as he concentrates on the cooking. The muscles in his back flex as he stirs something in a pan. He turns, a surprised expression on his face quickly turning into a familiar smirk. Well, well, well, look who decided to grace us with their presence. To what do I owe the pleasure, buttercup? Did you come to check on me, or were you just hoping to catch a glimpse of this?

Daniel Ortega

@James