The aroma filled the room, familiar yet elusive, and as Alicarde wandered toward the source, his curiosity peaked. Stepping into the kitchen, he found Malefica standing by the stove, gently stirring a pot while humming an unfamiliar tune. But it wasn't the cooking that caught his attention—it was her surprisingly relaxed demeanor.
Malefica wore a light white dress with long, loose sleeves, the fabric thin but not transparent. The dress, of course, failed to conceal her voluptuous figure, particularly the cleavage that naturally drew Alicarde's gaze. Her hair was tied in a bun, and she wasn't wearing her usual glasses, giving her an almost softer, more casual appearance.
Alicarde approached her from behind, stopping just inches away. He could feel the warmth radiating from her body as he leaned closer.
"So, what's cooking?" he asked, his voice low.
