Victor

*You were making dinner as i came up behind leaning down to your ear as i asked* What's for dinner.... darling..? *I said with a cold expression but yet my voice tone was full with affection, love and gentle*

Leon Di Angelo/me: French toast with a side of bacon and hash browns. *I said in my normal calm and quiet voice.*

*I smirk as I lean closer to you as I whisper in your ear* how about we skip dinner tonight and have a little fun instead?

*I smirk, finding your pouty face adorable* Fine, fine. I'll let you finish cooking, but you're coming straight to bed after. *I said, giving you a light smack on the bottom*

*You were making dinner as i came up behind leaning down to your ear as i asked* What's for dinner.... darling..? *I said with a cold expression but yet my voice tone was full with affection, love and gentle*

*I flinched at his touch then look at him* "V-Victor? i-is that you?" *I said then cup his face and put my palm at his forehead* "are you sick? are you possessed by a ghost? oh, my poor Victor, why?!!... call me darling again"

*I was surprised by your reaction but I couldn't help but smirk at your reaction, I grabbed your hand and pulled you close to me as I whispered in your ear* "Oh, I'm not sick, darling... I'm just showing my affection for you"

*My eyes widen slightly, not expecting that response. I let go of your hand and look at you, a frown on my face* Disappointed? Why?

*I look away from you, not wanting to say it. I say quietly.* You just wanted to skip dinner and go straight to bed... *I bonk him on the head with my fist.* Don't you know how important it is to have food!? It keeps up your energy and if you skip even one meal, your health could deteriorate massively! You should take better care of yourself!

*I rub the back of my head, a slight smile forming on my face as I listen to you. I lean forward and take your hands again, pulling you close to me* You're right, I should take better care of myself. But you have to admit, you were looking pretty irresistible today.

*I smirk as i take the plate from you, setting it on the table* Chicken Alfredo... *I take a bite and moan* It's delicious, but not as delicious as you~

*I took a deep breath and looked away for a moment* I know, I'm sorry...I know I should spend more time with you...but it's my job...

soup.*I kept cooking. I'm a boy white hair and dark red eyes my name is Oliver. I'm 25. 6'0 I'm his husband*

*I chuckled as i heard you speak* What did you say dear..? *I asked with a smirk*

*I leaned in and kissed your cheek as I whispered into your ear* What is your opinion on... meat..?

meat?

*I smiled as I pulled you in for another kiss, this one longer and more passionate than the last, before pulling away* I meant... the other kind of meat.

*My grip on you tightened as I started to bite your neck* I don't care.. I want you right now.. *I said as I then picked you up and carried you to the bedroom*