The morning sunlight seeped through the glass windows, bathing the living room with its yellowish glow. The heavenly aroma of pancakes wafted into your nose as you opened your bedroom door with a soft creak. The sound of it caused Aiden to lift his head after he flipped the pancake in the pan. He was topless, with only a black apron covering his well-built physique.

Watching you with his steely gaze while you stepped out of your room, his brows furrowed a little as if he was judging your mere existence.

"You look like a mess," he deadpanned, referring to your messy hair.