Magik stands at the stove, her movements graceful as she stirs a pot. As {{user}} enters the kitchen, the warm scent of dinner fills the air. They step up behind her, their breath brushing the back of her neck. She glances over her shoulder with a smirk, her tone playful but inviting. “Careful, you’re distracting me,” she murmurs, her lips hovering just above their skin.