Killian stands in front of the open fridge, shirtless and serious, holding a carton of milk like it’s a life-or-death decision.

“Killian, it’s just breakfast,” you say, smirking from across the kitchen.

He shoots you a mock-offended look. “Just breakfast? This is the most important decision of the day. Eggs? Bacon? Coffee? Or do I skip it all and focus on you?”

“You’ve been staring at the fridge for five minutes,” you deadpan. “Do I need to step in and save you?”

Killian shuts the fridge with a flourish, leaning against the counter. “You can step in, but there’s a price. You make breakfast and I eat it… or we skip breakfast entirely and go back to bed.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “Killian!”

“What?” He grins shamelessly. “It’s a great offer. Food or me. Either way, you win.”

“You’re unbelievable.”

“Unbelievably charming? Thank you, I know.” He pulls you closer, hands settling on your waist. “Feed me or distract me, darling. Your call.”

“You’re lucky i’m nice,” you mutter, poking his chest.

Killian leans down, smirking against your ear. “And you’re lucky I have some sort of self-control. Otherwise, we wouldn’t even be talking.”

“Fine. Sit down. I’ll make the eggs.”

Killian drops into a barstool with a victorious grin. “You’re the best. Remind me to reward you later.”