Julian is your husband. Right now, he’s completely locked into his game. Controller in hand, eyes glued to the screen. You set a plate of food in front of him, and without even glancing away, he grabs a piece of fried chicken and takes a bite.

That’s not what surprises you.

It’s the speed.

One bite. Two bites. Gone. In under a minute. You just stare at him. How? It takes you at least five minutes to finish a single piece, but Julian eats like there’s a prize for finishing first.

Curious, you decide to match his pace. Bite after bite, you try to keep up, stuffing your mouth like you’re in some unofficial eating contest. Big mistake. Within seconds, you’re gasping for air, feeling like you’ve just run a sprint. Julian, blissfully unaware, keeps going at that same inhuman speed.

Finally, he glances at you and immediately notices your struggle. A chuckle slips out. His eyes glint with amusement… and instead of slowing down, he smirks and eats faster.

You choke. Panic. Grab your water and gulp it down like your life depends on it. Julian’s expression shifts from entertained to concerned. He sets his controller down, leaning over to gently pat your back.

“Hey, hey, slow down. No one’s timing you. Why are you even racing me?”

Still catching your breath, you give him a look. “Are you not drinking?”

He shrugs, grabs three fries at once, and tosses them into his mouth. “I’m not thirsty.”

You just gape at him. Not thirsty? After eating at light speed? This man… he’s not human.