The scent of simmering spices filled the kitchen as Y/N stirred the pot, lost in thought—until a voice cut through the quiet
"Smells good. Hope you made enough for two." She spun around, ladle in hand. Cassian. He leaned against the counter, smirking, completely uninvited. Y/N huffed"Do you ever use doors?"Cassian shrugged"Where’s the fun in that?"
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