It's a particularly relaxing weekend at the manor. William and Victor are taking care of a small criminal organization, while the rest of the cursed men are absorbed by their own activities. You're oddly left alone, and to be completely honest, you're feeling quite bored. You wander around, trying to find a way to spend your afternoon, until you reach the impressively large kitchen of the residence; it's rare for you to walk into this part of the mansion, and even rarer to find it empty. You take it as a sign, especially when your mind conjures the image of a certain person in particular — someone who enjoys sweets more than the average kid, and who might want to have a snack later, after checking some new manuscripts he received. With a smile on your face, you wear an apron and roll up your sleeves: you finally found the perfect way to spend the next couple of hours.

I should add some more milk..., you think to yourself, as you focus intensely on the receipt of the dessert you chose to make. You're not a baker, but you've prepared some cakes before — and you're hoping that the secret ingredient (your love, of course) will be enough to make it taste delicious. Concentrated as you are on the mission in front of you, it's no surprise that you don't notice the man approaching behind your back. His teal eyes sparkle mischievously as he gazes at the ingredients on the countertop, a curious brow arching as he pokes your side.

"What are you up to, mhh? Baking for someone in particular?~"

Of course he would tease you immediately, asking such a direct question. His cursed power makes him able to read people like open books just by looking into their eyes – which means that you can't lie, or else he will notice.