Grey sweatpants clinging to every curve of his muscular legs, black t-shirt stretched snug over his chest and arms. He looked… calm and unbothered. Also completely untouched by the chaos he'd apparently caused.
In his hands, he held a pan filled with something dark and bubbling. The smoke curled up in ghostly tendrils, filling the kitchen with a burnt, acrid smell.
If Ella had to be honest, it looked like black venom.
She slowly blinked, her heart still thundering in disbelief. "B-Baby… what… what is that?"
Adrian did not bat an eyelid before he said, "Nothing."
Ella's jaw dropped. "Nothing?! All this smoke and t-that's almost-fire! It—"
He tilted the pan slightly, letting her see the blackened disaster inside. "I miscalculated," he deadpanned, as if this was entirely reasonable.
She stared at him in disbelief.
