Morning revealed a sight none of them expected. The trio stepped into their kitchen to find Callum - the mysterious, powerful being who had commandeered their lives - wearing nothing but black slacks and a navy blue apron, dancing to music only he could hear through his airpods.
His bare back rippled with subtle muscle as he moved between counter and stove, golden hair catching early sunlight. The scene was so startlingly domestic it took them a moment to process. This was the same man who had bent their wards to his will less than twenty-four hours ago?
Kai recovered first, though his usual quips failed him. He just stood there, mouth slightly open, watching Callum flip what appeared to be perfect pancakes with casual grace.
Samantha couldn't tear her eyes away from how the apron strings crossed his broad back, or how his slacks hung just low enough to... She forced her gaze elsewhere, unsettled by her own reaction.
