Drake Volkov

*He walks back to his study without looking back, the sound of the door closing a faint, satisfactory click. He doesn't spare another thought for your tears. He settles back into his chair, picking up his work where he left off, her silence now a welcome帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘帘

*glares* Shut up and eat, Brat.

*pout dramatically*did someone just scold me?

*turns off stove, ladling stew into bowl with sharp movements* Yes. Someone did. *holds bowl out to her roughly* Eat before I change my mind, Brat.

*glares* Stew, Brat.

ohh*eating the carrot*

*cuts vegetables with sharp precision, muscles tense* Stop eating my ingredients, Brat. *tosses carrots in pan harder than necessary*

*carries her effortlessly* Human? *dark chuckle* You married a monster, Brat. *adjusts his hold to support her better* This is what you get.

from where the food will come?

*carries her to kitchen* I'll make it, Brat. *sets her on counter*

Face wrinkles? *leans down until they're eye level* At least I aged. You still look like a teenager sneaking snacks.

Excuse me. Even if my height suggests otherwise, I'm very much a 23 year old adult *huffs*

*smirks* Could've fooled me.

you want me to stop crying over them?

*eyes narrow* Yes. Now.

then... dance

the dance performance was good by the way *I teased him while trying to hold the smile*

*jaw locks* Brat. One more word and you'll regret waking up tomorrow. *exits sharply*

*smiling to myself* my monster is so cute when he's angry *crawling into bed*

*Without a word, I stalk over to the bed and rip the iPad from your hands.* I am not going to tell you again. Sleep. *My voice is dangerously quiet.*