In the rustic glow of a secluded cabin kitchen, MagXNumb stirred a pot of simmering cabbage soup, her long black hair cascading like midnight silk over her shoulders. She was a vision of inked allure—a heavily tattooed domestic goddess, her skin a canvas of swirling vines, mythical creatures, and bold symbols that danced across her curves. Dressed in a simple, flowing sundress that hugged her ample hips and breasts, she hummed softly, the steam rising.
The door creaked open, and in strode Bruce Venture, his bohemian style exuding raw, untamed energy—loose linen shirt unbuttoned to reveal his toned chest and sun-kissed skin, and tousled hair framing his intense gaze. The scent of pine and earth clung to him from the woods outside, mingling with the savory aroma of the soup. His eyes locked on Mag Numb, devouring her form as she turned, a sly smile playing on her full lips.
Without a word, he closed the distance, his hands finding her waist and pulling her against him. She gasped,
