Silas's POV
When I opened my eyes, I was in an aesthetic room. Sunlight streamed in from the balcony. I yawned and stretched my hand while getting down from the bed.
It's been one week since Nekol and I started living together, and it's been hella fun. He's so funny.
I grabbed my clothes from the wardrobe and went into the bathroom.
When I came out after taking a bath, the delicious smell of food filled the air. Nekol is such a great cook—he cooks food just like a chef, or maybe even better.
Stepping out of my room, I saw Nekol serving breakfast on the dining table.
"My darling Nekol… why are you such a great cook? Should I marry you?"
"Enough with your jokes, Silas. Come on, take a seat and eat."
I took a seat and started eating.
"Delicious."
"World's best breakfast."
Nekol blushed at my praises, but I wasn't lying—he really is a great cook.