"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

the man who had embraced

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

casting an eerie stillness

flirtatiously. "You're in luck! This is my first time

"W-What's wrong, Morpheus?"

He seemed emotional.

likelihood that the flavors

sweaty

emotions were

two of them in

the vivid dream from last night

you're a dog stuck

Morpheus' heart. He gnashed his teeth

and confused by his sudden

she cautiously

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