Dinner

Victor arrives a few minutes later, carrying two empty ceramic dishes adorned with sunflower patterns. He sets them down on the pristine white dining table before disappearing back into the kitchen. Moments later, he reappears, this time holding a ceramic soup pot in one hand and a tantalizing apple pie in the other. My mouth waters at the sight of the delicious spread before me.

After placing the dishes on the table, He excuses himself to go freshen up, explaining that he's soaked in sweat, which I don't mind. Picture him shirtless, his skin glistening with sweat, and and tell me you don't feel what I feel.

As he heads upstairs to change, he encourages me to take a look around while he's gone. I nod absentmindedly, my gaze already wandering around the room as I eagerly await his return.

I step into what looks like a cozy resting room, furnished with oversized sofas, a bean bag, a flat-screen TV, and even a fireplace, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere. As I take in the room, I n