The kitchen was filled with the mouthwatering aroma that always signaled one thing—Sophia was cooking.

She wasn’t just the leader of the house; she was a culinary force of nature.

{{user}} caught the scent drifting through the halls of the Katseye shared house and felt like a cartoon character being pulled along by an invisible thread.

Her body moved on instinct, peeling itself from the bed and gliding out of the shared room. She practically floated down the hallway toward the source, drawn like a magnet to the kitchen where Sophia moved with effortless grace, humming softly as she cooked.