Nico
"So where is the meal you supposedly prepared?" Alaric asked the moment he stepped fully into the dining area.
His voice still sounded slightly rough from sleep, and unfortunately that only made him more distracting than he already was.
I pointed toward the dining table where the food waited beneath the warm glow of the pendant lights.
The creamy parmesan pasta rested neatly beside the garlic butter steak while the roasted potatoes and sautéed vegetables filled the air with rich scents of rosemary, garlic, and butter.
Alaric said nothing at first.
He simply walked toward the table before pulling out one of the chairs and taking his seat at the head of it like some rich prince preparing for a royal dinner instead of a man wearing sweatpants inside his own penthouse.
Honestly, he somehow managed to make even sitting down look elegant.
I remained standing near the table while watching him quietly.
Alaric glanced toward me before narrowing his eyes slightly.
