"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.

the first aid kit, but she stopped

frigid, a stark contrast to the man who had embraced and kissed her

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

silent, casting an eerie

"You're in luck! This is my first time cooking, so you must try my food! Don't you

"W-What's wrong, Morpheus?"

He seemed emotional.

spread and the likelihood

her disheveled, sweaty hair, her cheerful

emotions were in

just the two of them

dream from

and you're a

struck Morpheus' heart. He gnashed his

and confused

After calming herself, she cautiously asked, "Does your

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