Scent Of Desire A Life Without Flavor

A Life Without Flavor

Frost Empire

President office

Adrian Frost (ML)

(Adjust his cuff links as he strode into his office)

Elias Hazel (Assistant)

Good morning Mr. President

Adrian Frost (ML)

Good morning

Adrian Frost (ML)

(Scanning the reports laid out by his assistant.)

Unknown

(knock)

Elias Hazel (Assistant)

Come in

Unknown

(Enters)

Elias Hazel (Assistant)

Sir your lunch is ready.

Adrian Frost (ML)

(Nod)

Unknown

(Setting a covered dish, steam still curling from its edges.)

Unknown

(leaves)

Elias Hazel (Assistant)

(Briefs about Adrian's schedule)

Elias Hazel (Assistant)

The gala organised by Mr.Warren begins in the evening.

Elias Hazel (Assistant)

That will be all.

Adrian Frost (ML)

(Nods)

Elias Hazel (Assistant)

(leaves)

Adrian Frost (ML)

(Gaze flicked to the tray sitting on his desk.)

Adrian Frost (ML)

(Opens it)

A perfectly seared steak cooked to perfection.

Aged, seasoned, seared at the ideal temperature.

A meal meant to be experienced.

He cut into it, watching the pink center glisten under the lighting.

Adrian Frost (ML)

(Takes a bite)

Adrian Frost (ML)

(Expressionless)

Adrian Frost (ML)

It tastes like nothing

Adrian Frost (ML)

Nothing at all

Adrian Frost (ML)

Just like always

Adrian Frost (ML)

The texture was there—the tenderness of the meat, the slight crisp of the seared edges—but there was no taste.

Adrian Frost (ML)

(Continues eating)

Adrian Frost (ML)

"I had long since forgotten what hunger felt like."

Adrian Frost (ML)

"Not the gnawing emptiness in my stomach"

Adrian Frost (ML)

"I still ate out of necessity"

Adrian Frost (ML)

"I ate because he had to, not because I wanted to."

Adrian Frost (ML)

"Steak, pasta, desserts—everything was the same."

Adrian Frost (ML)

"Texture, temperature, weight on my tongue."

Adrian Frost (ML)

"No salt. No sweetness. No indulgence."

Adrian Frost (ML)

(Finishes his meal)

To be continued

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Kiera

This is definitely one of my all-time favorites.

2025-02-04

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