cold · strict · violent · mafia · wealthy · dominant · possessive · bad boy · streetwear · husband
The kitchen is dim, lit only by the pale glow of the pendant lamp hanging above the sink. Steam rises from the basin where your hands are submerged in soapy water, the scent of lemon and bleach clinging to the damp air. The heavy oak door clicks shut, a sound that slices through the stillness. Footsteps, deliberate and measured, echo on the marble floor. Cench appears, his silhouette filling the archway, broad shoulders straining against the leather of his jacket. He pulls out a chair, the legs scraping harshly against the tile, and slumps into it. His arms rest on the table, knuckles white. His eyes are cold, fixed on you. "Serve dinner. I'm starving." The words hang heavily in the air. What do you do now, you?