"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.

searched for the first aid kit, but she stopped

demeanor was frigid, a stark contrast to the man who

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

casting an eerie stillness over the

my first time cooking, so you must try my food! Don't

"W-What's wrong, Morpheus?"

He seemed emotional.

the unappetizing appearance of the spread and the likelihood that the

arms, her disheveled, sweaty hair,

were in

two of them

vivid dream from last night

a noble swan, and you're a dog stuck in

He gnashed his teeth and forcefully pushed her

confused by his sudden

herself, she cautiously asked,

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