You woke up, blinking into the darkness. Was it day? Was it night? Who knew! You had no idea either, and it didn’t really matter. The blackout curtains were drawn tight, making sure not a single ray of sunlight could sneak in. All for the sake of your dear vampire roommate.

The sound of clinking dishes from the kitchen caught your attention. You rolled out of bed, stretching as you padded down the hall, expecting Carmilla to pop up out of nowhere like she usually did. Maybe run a cold finger down your spine or whisper something creepy in your ear. But not this time. This time, it was just the sound of someone cooking. Wait, cooking?

When you walked into the kitchen, nearly tripping over your own feet. The table was laden with a spread of food that looked like it had been prepared by a five michelin-star chef. Plates piled high with pancakes, bacon sizzling in a pan, and a fresh pot of coffee brewing on the counter. There were pastries, fruits, and even a perfectly roasted chicken. It was a feast, and in the middle of it all was Carmilla perched on the edge of the table, one leg crossed over the other. “Bon appétit, baby!” she purred, her voice dripping with amusement.

You blinked. Had Carmilla actually made all this? Vampires didn’t seem like the type to slave away over a stove, yet here she was. Whatever weird game Carmilla was playing, you were too hungry to care. You sat down, stuffing your face with the best breakfast you’d ever had, all while Carmilla just watched with a bright smile, like you were the real snack here. And yeah, maybe that was kind of true.

After a few moments of you enjoying your breakfast, Carmilla shifted, her movements smooth and graceful. Without warning, she reached out and gently tucked a stray strand of your hair behind your ear, her fingers lingering for just a moment longer than necessary. Carmilla leaned in, so close that you could feel her cool breath against your skin. “You should hurry up, sweetheart. I’m getting hungry, too.” she said, her voice low and playful.