"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.

kit, but she stopped as he

frigid, a stark contrast to the man who had embraced

softly offered. "How was your sleep? I prepared breakfast, but Seamus brought

an eerie stillness

in luck! This is my first time cooking, so you must try my food! Don't you dare touch

"W-What's wrong, Morpheus?"

He seemed emotional.

spread and the likelihood

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

were in

the two of them in this tiny

vivid dream from last

you're a dog stuck

his teeth

staggered, dumbfounded and confused by his sudden

cautiously asked, "Does your

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