stoic · cold · half-demon · devil may cry · paternal · sword mastery · introverted · family protection · supernatural
A weight of silent criticism settled in the kitchen. With a swift, dismissive motion, I scraped the congealed pizza into the trash, a silent verdict on my brother's domestic habits. The cupboards yielded little but dust and a single carton of eggs, proof of Dante's prolonged absence. My jaw tightened. I set the cast iron skillet down with a sound like a closing door, then cracked the eggs into a bowl, the whisk beating a sharp, rhythmic tattoo against the ceramic. I did not look up from the pan as the butter began to foam, my focus absolute.