"You..."

Persephone's face drained of color, fueled by anger. The hand gripping the pan trembled with intensity.

Seamus took several deep breaths in an attempt to regain composure. His gaze shifted to Persephone, and he forcefully seized the pan from her grasp, removing her apron before pushing her aside.

Persephone couldn't recall him ever acting so boldly before!

"Step aside!" he bellowed. "I'll cook whatever he wants!"

"Seamus—"

Seamus glared at her sternly. "I'll serve him, alright? Just hoping he'll let you go and cease his enchantments!"

Unexpectedly, Morpheus' deep voice echoed. "I'm a humble man. I can't afford to be served."

Persephone stood stunned. After sleeping, he had somewhat recovered, but his face still looked pale.

Some of his wounds had reopened, staining the gauze crimson.

for the first aid kit, but she stopped as he

man who had embraced and kissed

was your sleep? I prepared breakfast, but Seamus brought food, too. Which would

casting an eerie

first time cooking,

"W-What's wrong, Morpheus?"

He seemed emotional.

of the spread and the likelihood that the flavors didn't

arms, her disheveled, sweaty hair, her cheerful eyes attempting

emotions were

wished for just the two

vivid dream

a noble swan, and you're a

Morpheus' heart. He gnashed his teeth and

confused by

she cautiously

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