The next morning, Eliot woke up to the smell of… something burning.
Like really burning. 😳
Eliot Cruz- MC
Huh?!
He stumbled out of bed, hair sticking up in ten different directions, and dashed into the kitchen—ready to grab the fire extinguisher if needed.
What he found: Lucien. Shirtless. Standing in front of the stove.
…poking at what looked like toast that had been reincarnated as lava rocks.
Lucien- Ml
“Morning, sunshine ☀️,”
Lucien greeted, not even looking back.
Lucien- Ml
“I made breakfast.”
Eliot Cruz- MC
Eliot blinked. “…That’s not breakfast. That’s a crime scene.”
Lucien finally turned, holding up the black toast proudly.
Lucien- Ml
“Humans eat toast, right? I’m adapting.”
Eliot Cruz- MC
“Yeah, but you don’t eat it after you’ve killed it." 😐
Lucien- Ml
Lucien smirked. “Fine, you make it then, Mr. Master Chef.”
Somehow, that’s how Eliot ended up at the counter, buttering bread while Lucien stood way too close behind him—like an overgrown cat watching a mouse cook. 🐱
Eliot Cruz- MC
“You’re in my space again,” Eliot muttered.
Lucien’s tail swayed lazily behind him.
Lucien- Ml
“I know.”
Lucien- Ml
“You’re impossible.”
Lucien- Ml
“And yet,” Lucien leaned down just enough for his breath to tickle Eliot’s ear,
Lucien- Ml
“you haven’t told me to leave.”
Eliot ignored him, focusing on the frying pan like it was his last lifeline. Eggs sizzled, toast popped out perfectly golden (thank you, toaster gods 🙏).
When they finally sat down, Lucien took one bite and said with absolute seriousness:
Lucien- Ml
“Not bad. You’d make a great housewife.” 🥄
Eliot Cruz- MC
....
Eliot Cruz- MC
Eliot nearly spat his coffee. “I’m not—”
Lucien- Ml
Lucien laughed, deep and smug. “Relax, sugar. It’s a compliment.”
Eliot glared… but his lips twitched.
Okay, fine. Breakfast with a demon wasn’t the worst way to start the day.
Still… he had a strong feeling this apartment came with a lifetime subscription to mornings like this. And maybe—just maybe—he didn’t mind.
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Marii Buratei
Loving the story, can't wait for more.
2025-08-09
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