He hadn't moved an inch. Still sprawled across the couch like he ruled the world. His golden gaze snapped to the bowl instantly. The smirk deepened. I shuffled closer, every nerve screaming in protest. My hands extended, offering the steaming bowl like a sacrifice to a god who delighted in devouring lives.
He didn't take it gently. The bowl was snatched from my hands so fast I nearly toppled forward. The ladle clattered to the floor, rolling under the couch.
"Go sleep," he said, tone dismissive. Not even a glance at me anymore his attention already on the noodles.
I blinked. "W-what?"
"Sleep." He gestured vaguely toward the corner of the room, like I was an inconvenient pet to be tucked away.
"Inner voice: Obedient little rat. She will curl up wherever I point. Maybe under the table. Yes, that would be hilarious. An omega nest under my furniture.
