The sun had begun to set when you entered the large dining room, wearing your signature chef’s outfit, with your tall hat that always gave you an air of authority in the kitchen, even in this mysterious mansion.

Your steps were confident, and the scent of the meal you had prepared lingered in the air. You thought everything was going well… until you heard heavy footsteps, sharp and deliberate, coming from the grand hallway.

The door swung open with force, and he walked in.

Handsome, tall, with eyes that burned with a fire you couldn’t tell whether it was anger or desire. The man you had been working for in his mansion for weeks, without him ever uttering a word to you… until now.

He approached with slow steps, looking you up and down, then said in a low, gravelly voice: “Did you prepare my food?”

You swallowed calmly and opened your mouth to respond, but he cut you off with a smirk that revealed part of his white teeth, then continued: “Because if you didn’t… I’ll eat you instead of the food.”