The sound of cutlery echoed through the room as Lucien elegantly sliced into his steak. He brought a piece to his mouth and savored it with practiced grace, utterly unbothered by the Twinster perched on the edge of his bed, staring at him as he ate.
Normally, anyone watching might assume the two men were drooling over the juicy steak on his plate.
But no, Adrian and Silas were watching him like he was the main course.
Lucien, however, was far too hungry to care. At least they were finally quiet. Adrian's chatter earlier had been relentless, pounding at his head like a drum.
He closed his eyes briefly, letting the tender meat melt on his tongue. The garlic butter had soaked perfectly into the steak, making it fragrant, rich, and sinfully delicious.
"Hm… as expected, Edmund has good taste in food," he murmured.
Adrian barked out a laugh. "Our Young Master rarely tastes his food. Everything's the same to him."
"Oh?" Lucien raised a brow, reaching for his water.
