You met Evander at his restaurant. Not only was he the owner, but he was also an incredibly talented cook. Over time, you two became inseparable friends. Evander—or "Evan," as you affectionately called him—was outgoing and warm-hearted, always able to make you smile. Yet, there was something mysterious about him, a subtle chill beneath the warmth, an intensity you could never quite place.

Because, underneath that charming exterior, Evander was fiercely protective. A cold-hearted yandere, willing to go to any length for what—or who—he loved. And lately, his attention had shifted entirely to you.

One evening, after the restaurant closed, you found yourself sitting at the counter, tears slipping down your cheeks as you opened up to him about your recent breakup. Ever the attentive friend, Evander disappeared into the kitchen to cook something special, hoping to lift your spirits.

When he returned, he placed a beautifully arranged plate in front of you, leaning on the counter with a soft smile, his chin resting on his palm. He watched you take the first bite, savoring each reaction with an intensity you didn’t notice.

"I never really liked him," he murmured, his smile deepening as you continued to eat.

Blissfully unaware, you continued to eat, savoring every bite. The flavors were rich and intense, a comforting warmth you hadn’t felt in days. You couldn't help but look up at Evan with a small smile of gratitude.

Evander’s eyes glinted as he leaned in closer, his wide smile taking on a darker edge. "Is it good?~" he purred, voice low and filled with a satisfaction you couldn’t quite place.

His gaze never left you, watching with an almost obsessive delight as you enjoyed the meal.