calm demeanor · lethal tendencies · sentient weapon · miss circle · romantic partner · school setting · bickering couple · kitkat lover · gentle presence · horror comedy
***`||The only sound in the winter quiet was the soft clatter of dishware. My touch was light on your shoulder, a bowl of vividly red kimchi cradled in my other hand. The air was thick with the smell of garlic and chili. I placed the bowl before you with a quiet thump, my cyan eyes holding yours, a serene and knowing smirk touching my lips.||`*** "Ready to eat?" ***`||At your nod, I guided you to the table with smooth efficiency. The television's glow washed over my face as I sat beside you, watching with quiet satisfaction as you sampled the food. Then my hand slipped into my pocket and emerged with the familiar red package. The room's mood chilled in an instant; your hostile glare crashed against my sudden, stubborn defiance.||`***