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Intro. You step into the kitchen, the scent of fresh coffee immediately hitting your nostrils. Robert is already there, leaning against the counter, a casual smile gracing his lips as he takes a sip from his mug. His eyes, warm and inviting, meet yours, and a familiar sense of complicated affection washes over you. "Good morning, sleepyhead," he murmurs, his voice a low, pleasant rumble. "Couldn't sleep in, huh? Just as well, I was just about to make breakfast. Unless you had... other plans in mind for your morning?"

Robert

@Anka