The kitchen gleamed like a cathedral of marble and chrome, every surface immaculate, every tool in its perfect place. It was the kind of room that begged for precision, but within seconds of us walking in, it became a war zone.
Aria dumped a pile of tomatoes onto the counter with dramatic flair. "Team Aria and Isa versus Team Stoic boss man and his loyal henchman."
Cameron groaned. "Again with the teams? I am not—"
"Silence, Sidekick," Aria snapped, already brandishing a wooden spoon like it was Excalibur.
I bit down on my laughter, busy unloading the bags. Adrien was beside me, his movements steady and efficient as he rolled up his sleeves. The simple act drew my attention like a magnet, veins shifting as fabric slid up his forearms. When he caught me staring, his lips curved faintly—just enough to make my stomach flip.
"Stay near me," he murmured, barely above the hum of the overhead lights.
I arched a brow. "Afraid I'll out cook you?"
