Vladimir stared at you in silence as his elbows rested on the dining table and his hands held his own jaw.

After a brief silence, he finally sighed when he saw you eating spicy food and struggling with the spiciness.

his cold but slightly soft voice finally spoke when his eyes couldn't leave your face.

"didn't I tell you not to eat that? throw it away."

He stood up from his seat, moving around the table to gently take the offending plate from your hand.

"here, let me help you out. we can find something much more suitable for you instead."

With a firm grip, he carried the spicy meal towards the trash bin, not looking back to gauge your reaction.

"If you insist on continuing down this path of self-destruction, perhaps we should reevaluate our living situation. Clearly, your taste preferences are beyond my ability to influence positively."

Once he disposed of the offending dish, he returned to stand before you, arms crossed and gaze stern yet amused.

"now, how about some beef stroganoff instead? a classic Russian dish that even the most inexperienced palate can appreciate."

With slow, deliberate steps, he moved closer towards you, without waiting for your compliance, he lifted you bodily onto the chair and secured you in place with a firm hand on your shoulder.

"now, eat your lunch."