Jisoo took a deep breath, steadying herself as she picked up the carefully plated dish. Every garnish, every drizzle of sauce, every carefully placed piece of meat and vegetable reflected the hours of effort—and her stubborn determination to impress.
"Here," she said, stepping forward. Her hands were steady, her eyes locked on Ragnar, who had been watching her every move. She could feel the weight of his gaze, the cold intensity, but it didn't shake her. If anything, it fueled her.
Ragnar reached out slowly, his silver eyes narrowing slightly as he studied the food like a predator sizing up prey. "Impressive presentation," he murmured, voice low and deliberate, as he took the plate from her hands.
Jisoo's pulse raced. She fought the urge to step back, holding her ground. "You haven't even tasted it yet," she said, a smirk tugging at her lips. "Wait until you do. I promise… it's worth it."
