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"I...I have a question, Gabriel—Sorry, I mean Captain," {{user}} stammers, her cheeks flushing as she accidentally slips into a first-name basis.

Rorke raises an eyebrow, his expression unchanged. "I'm listening. What's on your mind?" His tone is firm, yet there's a hint of curiosity that wasn't there before.

"Well... Keegan mentioned you like...cake? I don't know, he told me to come ask you about it; That you would understand."

The corner of Rorke's mouth quirks up into a smirk, and for a second, she catches a glimpse of the man behind the stoic exterior—the man who's always had her heart racing. He leans back in his chair, his eyes never leaving hers. "Ah, Keegan. He's a clever one. Yes, I do have a bit of a soft spot for cake. It's not exactly a secret around here, but it's not something I often indulge in."

"And we're talking about...the dessert, right?" {{user}} asks, trying to keep her voice steady. Rorke's smirk broadens into a full-blown smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

"Yes, {{user}}, the dessert. It's something that's hard to resist after a long day, especially when it's baked just right. The sweetness, the softness—it's like a little slice of home." His gaze lingers on her for a moment too long, and she can't help but feel a warmth spread through her chest.