Cooking

As Adonis stepped inside, the gentle scent of a leather and aged books washed over him, a familiar embrace that whispered of countless adventures waiting to be written.

The living room was a cozy haven, bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun streaming through the window that led out to a small balcony.

A TV, a leather armchair, with a soft cushions sat near a crackling fireplace. A stack of well-loved adventure novels lay on a weathered wooden end table beside it, their colorful covers hinting at fantastical journeys and daring heroes. A Persian rug with its vibrant colors, adorned the polished wooden floor.

Bookshelves lined one wall, overflowing with a motley collection. Travel guides from far-off lands jostled for space with dusty tomes detailing magic and creature manuals filled with detailed sketches of mythical beasts. A worn leather-bound journal lay open on a small writing desk tucked away in a corner, its pages filled with Adonis's own meticulous sketches and notes – his personal chronicle of his adventures so far.

Through a doorway on the right, a glimpse of a neatly made bed and a dresser laden with neatly folded clothes hinted at the simple but comfortable bedroom beyond. Stairs in the corner, tucked away behind a heavy tapestry depicting a legendary griffin, led up to the second floor, most likely another bedroom bathed in the warm glow of the city lights at night.

The pièce de résistance of the house, however, was revealed when Adonis stepped through the glass doors leading out to the balcony. A small, wrought-iron table and two chairs sat bathed in the golden light of the setting sun. Greenery spilled over the railing, a riot of colorful flowers and climbing vines that added a touch of life to the urban setting. From here, Adonis could steal a glimpse of the bustling city below - the rhythmic rumble of the elevated railway, the distant shouts of vendors in the market, and the spires of the city center piercing the twilight sky. It was a view that served as a constant reminder of the adventures that awaited him, just beyond his doorstep.

Adonis lingered on the balcony for a moment longer, the cityscape sprawling beneath him like a tapestry woven with golden light and the promise of a thousand stories. The scent of jasmine from the climbing vines mingled with the smoky tang of the city, creating a unique fragrance that filled him with a sense of belonging.

''Hum!"

With a sigh of contentment, he turned and headed back inside, the warmth of the setting sun trailing him like a golden cloak. Stepping off the balcony, he closed the glass doors behind him, the gentle click a comforting sound.

Rumble~

His stomach rumbled again, a much more insistent reminder this time.

He made his way to the kitchen, a small but well-equipped space. A wooden cabinets housed his meager collection of cookware and dishes. A small table with two chairs sat nestled in the corner, perfect for solitary meals. Pulling out his groceries, Adonis set to work, humming a cheerful tune as he transformed the raw ingredients into a meal fit for an adventurer - a hearty stew simmering with the promise of warmth and comfort.

As he stirred the pot, his mind wandered back to Rosy and the playful tension between them.

Adonis chuckled to himself, the memory of Rosy's smile warming him from the inside out. His stomach growled again, a more insistent reminder than the cityscape. With a final stir of the stew, he set the pot aside to simmer, the enticing aroma already filling the small kitchen.

Knowing a good meal was best enjoyed after a refreshing bath, Adonis pushed himself to his feet. Down the hall, the bathroom beckoned. It wasn't grand, but it was functional. A beautiful clawfoot bathtub sat at the far end, beckoning him with the promise of hot water and soothing solitude.

He stripped off his clothes showcasing a perfectly fit muscles and something between his legs that would but most men to shame despite its dormant state.

Adonis shook his head after a brief look at his little Johnson. The day's grime clinging to him despite the bustling sewers not being his only adventure. As he stepped into the warm water, a sigh of relief escaped his lips.

''Hah~''

He reached for a bar of lavender-scented soap, the scent filling the small room and further calming his mind.

Letting his thoughts drift, Adonis envisioned himself back in the adventurer's guild, facing Rosy. He could practically hear her teasing him, see the warmth in her honey-colored eyes. A smile played on his lips. He liked Rosy, more than he cared to admit even to himself. But would she ever see him as more than just another adventurer?

Shaking his head to dispel the sudden worry, Adonis focused on the simple pleasure of the bath. The hot water soothed his muscles, washing away the day's fatigue.

The lavender scent calmed his mind, allowing him to let go of the anxieties and anticipation that came with being an adventurer.

Achieving his goals wouldn't be easy but he would eventually achieve them.