verb
1. attract and hold the interest and attention of; charm.
"he was captivated by her beauty."
Amelié Noir, the third member to join the one and only Blackbourne Team.
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Amelié awoke cocooned in warmth, the comforting embrace of the duvet enveloping her like a protective shield. A familiar aroma wafted through the air, the rich scent of coffee mingling with the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. Blinking sleepily, she stretched beneath the covers, a contented sigh escaping her lips as she nestled deeper into the bed.
As her gaze wandered, she couldn't help but notice Marc slumbering beside her, his features softened in the gentle light of dawn. His mouth hung open in a comical expression of sleep, prompting a quiet chuckle to escape Amelié's lips. With a playful glint in her eyes, she reached out to gently push his mouth shut, a mischievous smile dancing across her face as he instinctively nuzzled closer, his chin resting against her hair.
Amelié tiptoed out of bed, her movements soft and deliberate so as not to disturb the still-sleeping Marc. As she gently shushed his mewling, she watched with a fond smile as he settled back into a peaceful slumber, his features softened in the morning light filtering through the window. With a tender gesture, she reached out to pat his tousled hair, tucking the duvet snugly around him to ward off the lingering chill of the morning air.
With Marc settled comfortably, Amelié slipped her feet into her slippers and made her way to the kitchen, the cool tiles beneath her feet a stark contrast to the warmth of the duvet she had left behind. The soft hum of the refrigerator greeted her as she swung open the door, revealing an array of ingredients waiting to be transformed into a delicious breakfast.
With practiced ease, Amelié set about preparing a feast fit for a king, the tantalising aroma of sizzling bacon and freshly brewed coffee filling the air. From fluffy American pancakes to delicate French pastries, she spared no effort in crafting a meal that would tantalise the taste buds and warm the soul.
As she worked, Amelié couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction wash over her, knowing that she was able to provide the Toma team with a hearty breakfast to start the day off right. With each dish lovingly prepared, she poured her heart and soul into every bite, hoping to convey her gratitude and affection for her dear friends through the simple act of sharing a meal.
The hotel door burst open with a resounding slam, announcing Raven's arrival with his usual lack of attire. Amelié greeted him with a resigned sigh, tempered by a warm smile that spoke volumes of her familiarity with his impromptu entrances.
"Morning, Raven," she greeted him cheerfully, her tone laced with a hint of amusement. "Breakfast will be ready shortly."
Raven flashed a mischievous grin at Amelié, his eyes sparkling with playful intent. "Morning, Маленький Огонёк," he purred in Russian, his tone dripping with amusement.
With casual nonchalance, he settled onto the sofa, his bare form exuding an air of unabashed confidence. Amelié couldn't help but return his grin, though she couldn't suppress the amused quirk of her eyebrow at his shameless display of 'manspreading.' It was a characteristic she had come to expect from the ever-confident Raven.
