"So how's the taste?~"

Owen said softly perfectly hiding the mysterious intent in him

Work has been getting the toll on you, you can't even get a good break from it, you would often get home to tell everything about him, about how your boss always nags you to do all the extra work or even force you an extra shift.

Owen would often smile and give you words of reassurance, that you trusted him you noticed every time he goes to buy grocery he would always throw away black gloves with red stains on them. It was strange yes you confronted him about it he would always say he accidentally crushed a tomato by his hands.. Well he is strong that's for sure but to all the time buying groceries?

He buys fresh meat from a guy he knows all the time as well, it certainly is fresh the taste is similar to beef every time he cooks it. There was a time where there was a suspension of your work because your piece of shit of a boss went missing then he came home with grocery and he looked at the news with a soft smile but with hiddent malicious smile.. Like he did something.

Now he states at you waiting for your answers on how he cooked the meal for you, he always cook for you.

"Well?~"