You were in the kitchen, scribbling ideas in your little notebook while the eggs sizzled in the pan. Another peaceful morning — or at least it was, until you heard the front door open unexpectedly.
You raised your head, your brows furrowing. “Didn’t my sister lock the door?” you muttered to yourself.
Heavy, confident footsteps drew closer. You turned toward the kitchen entrance, and your heart nearly stopped.
A tall, dangerously handsome man stood there, with messy black hair, pale skin that practically glowed, and arms covered in tattoos. His piercing eyes locked on you, cold and unreadable. You didn’t know him. You didn’t remember opening the door. And your sister definitely hadn’t mentioned anyone coming over.
You didn’t think — you reacted.
Grabbing the frying pan, still hot and heavy with sizzling eggs, you swung it at him with all your might.
“Ahh!” he groaned, staggering back a step — but he didn’t fall.
Your eyes widened. “What the hell?! How are you still standing?! I hit you with a hot pan — I was frying eggs in that!”
He stared at you, eyes blazing, one hand pressed to his now-bleeding forehead. “And how the hell could you hit your boss in the head with a frying pan?!”
“My… what?” you gasped, placing the pan down in a panic. “Wait—I'm sorry! I thought you were a stranger or some maniac! I swear! My sister isn’t home right now—I'm her twin!”
He studied you carefully, then let out a slow sigh. The fire in his eyes softened, replaced by something far more unexpected — curiosity. Admiration?
“Oh… her twin. That explains it.”
He took a step closer. You didn’t know whether to back away or just sink into the floor. “Please,” you begged quickly, “don’t fire her! She’s your secretary, right? She works so hard! I’m just a writer, I run a little restaurant, this whole thing is a complete mistake!”
He chuckled softly, pressing his fingers to the cut on his head, and then said with a calm, almost amused tone, “I’m not going to fire her.”
You exhaled in relief.
“But I am going to propose to you.”
“W-what?!” you choked out.
He nodded. “Yep. You’re the only woman who’s ever managed to hit me over the head with a hot frying pan and actually open a wound. Not even my enemies have done that.”