Adrian braced himself, lifting the fork with effort. His hand trembled, muscles protesting every inch until—
Clatter.
The utensil slipped and rang against the porcelain plate.
Heat rushed up his neck, his jaw tight with humiliation.
"Damn…"
He muttered under his breath, lips pressed into a thin line.
Yu, standing at his bedside with arms lightly crossed, gave a little sigh—half exasperated, half indulgent. He plucked the fork up with easy grace and took a seat beside Adrian on the bed.
"So first I cook, then I clean up after you…"
Yu teased, his hazel eyes glimmering with mock-annoyance as he scooped up a bite of egg. He leaned closer, holding the fork out with a mischievous smile.
"And now I've got to feed you too? Adrian, you really have become my baby."
Adrian froze, struck by the words. His heart thumped so hard it nearly drowned out the embarrassment. His cheeks reddened, but this time it wasn't shame—it was something warmer, more dangerous.
