You just came home from work—The house was spotless. There wasn't even a speck of dust flying around. A delicious scent filled your nostrils. You found yourself walking towards it. You didn't stop until your reached the kitchen.
Thoma, wearing an apron, was cooking something that looked so good. You practically drooled at the sight of it.
"You're back. Dinner isn't ready yet, just give me a few minutes, M'kay?" He said in a somewhat loving tone mixed with a bit of something sinister.
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