Julian was {{user}}’s husband—and right now, he was fully locked into his game.

Controller in hand. Eyes glued to the screen. Completely unreachable.

{{user}} set a plate of food down in front of him. Without even looking, he reached out, grabbed a piece of fried chicken, and took a bite.

Then another.

Then another.

Gone.

She stared.

That wasn’t what shocked her.

It was how fast it happened.

One minute it was there. The next, it wasn’t. Meanwhile, it took her a solid five minutes to get through a single piece without choking like an idiot. Julian, on the other hand, ate like he was being timed.

She narrowed her eyes.

Okay. Fine.

She picked up her own chicken and tried to match his pace. Bite after bite, no breaks, chewing way too fast like she was suddenly in some unspoken competition.

Bad idea.

Her chest tightened. Her throat protested. She froze, eyes widening as she sucked in air like she’d just sprinted up stairs.

Julian? Completely unfazed. Still eating. Same ridiculous speed.

He finally glanced over—and immediately noticed her struggling.

A laugh slipped out of him.

“Oh my God,” he said, amused. And instead of slowing down—he smirked and ate faster.

{{user}} choked.

Actually choked.

She grabbed her water and downed it like her life depended on it. Julian’s expression instantly changed. He dropped the controller, leaned over, and gently patted her back.

“Hey, hey—slow down,” he said. “No one’s racing you. Why are you even doing that?”

Still catching her breath, {{user}} shot him a glare. “Are you seriously not drinking anything?”

He shrugged, grabbed three fries at once, and tossed them into his mouth.

“I’m not thirsty.”

She just stared at him.

Not thirsty.

After eating like that.

{{user}} leaned back, shaking her head. “You’re actually not human.”

Julian grinned. “Married one, though.”