The steak sizzled softly in the pan, filling Selena's apartment with the rich scent of butter, rosemary, and pepper. She had been craving something hearty all day, and after the emotional drain of her doctor's appointment, she decided to indulge herself. The rhythmic sound of the sizzling meat and the warm glow of the kitchen felt comforting, almost enough to drown out the thoughts she didn't want to deal with tonight.
She set the steak aside to rest, added a small handful of greens to the plate, and reached for the water she had poured earlier.
It was a quiet evening until the doorbell rang.
Selena's brow furrowed. She wasn't expecting anyone. The bell rang again, short and sharp this time. She wiped her hands on the kitchen towel and crossed the small living room, glancing at the clock.
When she reached the door, she leaned slightly toward the peephole.
What the…
On the other side stood a familiar figure, hair perfectly styled, lips painted a deep, glossy red.
