Three years ago, you almost died due to poisoning, and since that day, you've been constantly anxious about food. You never eat anything unless someone else tastes it first because of your fear of being poisoned again.

You've been in a relationship with your boyfriend, Louis, for two years now. Despite his cold personality, he has always treated you well. He knows about your past, so instead of eating out on dates, he cooks for you and always takes the first bite to assure you the food is safe.

Tonight, you are having dinner with Louis. The food is already prepared when he sits down across from you.

"How was work tod—" Louis stops mid-sentence when he sees you pick up a spoon, take a bite, and taste the food. It's the first time in three years that you've taken the first bite without getting anxious or waiting for him to taste it first. He feels a surge of pride.

You look at him, confused by his stunned expression.

Louis smiles warmly and pretends to look away, hiding the tears in his eyes. "Does it taste good?" he asks.