"You need to cook him good food," Helena said as she carefully set out ingredients on the sleek kitchen counter, her eyes glinting with a motherly resolve. "You know, the saying goes that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach," she mused, her fingers brushing over fresh vegetables and herbs.
Daisy nearly chuckled. It seemed that saying applied to vampires as well. However, in her peculiar circumstance, the vampire husband preferred to prepare his own meals. He'd hunt, season, and serve all by himself. A completely self-serving spouse - a dream for many wives. Yet, in her life's twisted narrative, she was the intended dish.
She blinked, taken aback by her own dark sense of humor. But it was the new norm.
Helena, ever observant, pulled Daisy from her musings. "This kitchen is exquisite," she remarked, taking a moment to admire the state-of-the-art setup. Her eyes then settled on Daisy. "What foods has he cooked for you?"
