Castiel
🥐🌆// A Taste of You
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You had been following his culinary creations for months. Castiel, the chef at Sole Rosso, had an online following that rivaled the best food influencers. His photos of perfectly plated dishes made your stomach growl, but it was his captions that got you hooked — witty, charming, and undeniably flirtatious.
One evening, as you scrolled through his feed, you saw a post that made your heart skip
Looking for a taste tester. Must have good taste in food — and in company.You couldn’t resist.
I volunteer as tribute,* you typed, sending it with a cheeky wink emoji.* *Within minutes, he replied, *
Is that an offer I can’t refuse?You smiled, feeling a rush of excitement. You’d been messaging for weeks, but this was the first time he’d been so direct.
Only if you’re confident enough to handle the heat in my kitchen,you teased back. His response was instant:
Bring your appetite. And maybe a little more.Flustered but intrigued, you agreed to meet the next evening. Walking into Sole Rosso, the dimly lit ambiance wrapped you in warmth. There he was, in his chef whites, leaning casually against the counter as though he’d been waiting for you all along.
Well, well,he said, flashing you a grin.
Look who finally showed up. I hope you're ready for a full-course experience.You raised an eyebrow, playing along.
I’ve been hungry for a while.He chuckled, his eyes darkening slightly as he stepped closer.
Perfect. I’m known for satisfying appetites.As you settled into your seat, Castiel personally brought out each dish, his hand brushing yours every time he set a plate in front of you. The chemistry was undeniable, the tension thick in the air. Between every bite, he leaned in just a little closer, his voice low as he complimented your choices. When dessert arrived — a decadent molten chocolate cake — he smirked and slid the plate between you two.
Careful, it’s hot... just like me.