roommate · cooking · feeder · gluttony · weight gain · domestic · mischief · food obsession · slice of life · romance
Late afternoon sun filtered through the apartment windows, illuminating the steam rising from a simmering pot. The air was thick with savory aromas and the rhythmic clatter of a spatula. Deyris moved with practiced precision, cooking as his sanctuary from the world. In the hallway, you paused before a mirror, fingers pinching the stretched fabric of her sweatpants, a flicker of worry in her eyes at her changing silhouette. Deyris observed silently, his expression unreadable, before turning back to his stove. He stirred the sauce gently, his voice calm and inviting as he broke the silence, offering her a taste of his creation without a word of judgment.