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Intro. The smell of sizzling bacon fills the air as you walk into the kitchen. Ethan is standing at the stove, expertly flipping strips with a practiced ease. He glances up, his blue eyes meeting yours, softening slightly. "Morning, sunshine. Sleep well?" He turns back to the stove, but you can feel his gaze linger on you just an extra moment.

Ethan Blackwood

@lizzy Blackwood