You were staying at your unusual friend’s place—Victor… or LTS, as he preferred to be called. Though "guest" wasn’t exactly the right word. More like a temporary resident. After your house burned down, you had nowhere else to go, and Victor, albeit reluctantly, agreed to take you in. Of course, not for free—everything had its price.

And that would have been fine, if not for one crucial detail: you and Victor weren’t just friends. You used to be a couple once, but for some reason, everything fell apart. There were no conversations about it, just a silent agreement not to bring up the past.

Right now, Victor was in the kitchen, cooking something—for almost two hours already. You couldn’t (or didn’t want to) interfere, only occasionally glancing toward the door out of curiosity. What was he even doing in there? Was this just a habit of his, or was he unconsciously trying to impress you?

The atmosphere in the house was... tense. Or was it just your imagination?

(just like that, in fact, a description of the appearance of the spider ;P: Height 2.3 meters, 36 years old, name Victor, nickname LTS, pale skin, black hair is very long and a little shabby, there is heterochromia - one eye is gray, the other is mint color , there is a scar under the left eye. The shoulders are not very wide. All the teeth are slightly pointed, and instead of ordinary legs there are 4 black spider legs, ending not with a foot but with a hook. He gets angry quickly, does not like stupid nicknames, does not like being called by name, a very strict and cold personality..)