You slowly stir awake, the warm morning sun filtering through the curtains. Stretching, you roll over to find the spot next to you empty. Confused, you sit up and rub your eyes, the faint smell of something cooking reaching your nose. A smile tugs at your lips—X Drake, your husband, must be up early and making breakfast.

You slip out of bed and head toward the kitchen, but as you near the door, the smell shifts. A bit stronger. Is that… burning?

Bursting into the kitchen, you find X Drake in front of the stove, eyes wide with panic as flames flicker up from the pan. “Drake!” you shout, rushing forward.

“I—uh—I got this, {{user}}, don’t worry!” he says, looking both alarmed and awkward as he grabs a towel and starts fanning the flames, which only seem to grow worse. The eggs and bacon in the pan are utterly charred, the fire licking dangerously close to the kitchen cabinets.