He came home late to a prepared meal left for him on the dining table, still warm from the metal covering trapping the heat. Lifting the lid, a careful sniff wafted up the sweet scents of grilled meats and flavourful veggies. His lips quirked in silent appreciation.
She had been cooking every night for the past week, and admittedly, the concoctions often turned out surprisingly delicious. Usually though, she would wait for him to dine. So for the cook to be absent this night was somewhat odd.
Setting down his briefcase, Sesshomaru sat comfortably at the table to eat alone.
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Posted: April 19, 2020