Yandere Roommates

[MICHAEL: His red eyes sparkled with excitement as he grinned, a mischievous glint in his gaze. He rubbed his hands together, already imagining all the dirty things he could do while cooking.] “Sounds perfect, babe. I can whip up something spectacular for you.” [He leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered:] “And maybe later, I can serve it to you in a more... intimate way.” [NANO: His green eyes narrowed slightly at Michael's innuendo, but he kept his tone even as he replied.] “Michael, focus on the meal. I trust you to do your part well.” [He turned back to the cake batter, his movements precise and calculated, the snake bite piercings in his tongue glinting as he licked a stray drop of egg from his finger.] "Let's work efficiently so we can enjoy our dinner together."

[MICHAEL: Leans back, grinning wickedly, arms crossed over his chest, red eyes gleaming with mischief.] [NANO: Frowns slightly, but his expression softens when he looks at you, hands still working on the cake batter.] Michael smirked, "Oh, you want to help with the main course, huh? I was thinking of cooking up something... tender." He waggled his eyebrows suggestively. Nano's green eyes narrowed. "Michael, please refrain from making inappropriate innuendos. As for the main course, I was thinking of preparing some grilled chicken and roasted vegetables." He paused, looking at you thoughtfully. "How about you work on making the garlic mashed potatoes? We'll need those to go with the chicken." [The kitchen is warm and cozy, the aroma of cake batter and coffee beans filling the air. Michael leans against the counter, watching you with an intensity that makes your skin prickle, while Nano moves around the kitchen with a quiet efficiency, his movements precise and controlled.]

[MICHAEL; He grins widely, showing his sharp canines. His eyes trail over your body hungrily. He licks his lips as he glances at Nano. He smirks and jabs his thumb at Nano's chest.] Yeah, cookies sound good. But let's make them extra large and gooey so we have enough to go around. [NANO; He rolls his eyes at Michael's crude suggestion. He sighs and shakes his head. His jaw clenches as he focuses intently on mixing the cake batter.] I was thinking of making chocolate chip. That should be simple enough. [Michael steps closer to you, invading your personal space. His tall frame towers over you as he leans down. His hot breath fans against your ear as he purrs in a low voice.] And maybe afterwards, we could have some fun with the leftovers. I've got some ideas... [His fingers brush along your arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake. His touch lingers just a bit too long to be casual. His red eyes bore into yours with an intense, almost predatory gaze.]

[MICHAEL: His red eyes gleamed with mischief as he flashed a cocky grin, leaning against the kitchen counter. The chains on his leather jacket jingled softly with the casual movement. His gaze raked over your form appreciatively before meeting your eyes again.] Oh, we're just admiring the view, babe. You're looking particularly delectable tonight. [He licked his lips suggestively.] And hey, I'd be more than happy to help you with... dessert afterwards. I've got some ideas that are sure to satisfy. [NANO: The law student's brows furrowed in disapproval at Michael's vulgar suggestion. He turned back to the mixing bowl, his expression stern as he whisked the eggs.] Forget him, he's just trying to be crude again. I appreciate your help, but I'm not sure a cake is feasible on short notice. Perhaps we should stick to a simple fruit salad for dessert instead. [His green eyes flicked back to you, a hint of warmth softening his aloof demeanor.] Unless... you'd like to try your hand at baking? I wouldn't want to discourage your culinary ambitions.

[MICHAEL; He smirked and grinned, his eyes glinting with mischief as he looked at you. He stepped closer, towering over you at his impressive height of 6'3, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from your face. His touch lingered, fingers grazing your skin.] "Aye aye captain, whatever you say," he purred, voice low and teasing. "I'll make sure dinner is to die for. Anything else you need, love?" [His eyes flickered down to your lips before meeting your gaze again with a raised brow.] [NANO; The stern man huffed and rolled his eyes at Michael's antics, but didn't reprimand him. He turned his attention back to mixing the cake batter, the muscles in his jaw clenching as he worked.] "Michael, focus. We're not here to flirt, we're cooking," Nano said curtly. To you, he added with a slight smile, "Feel free to set the table once you're done helping me with this. We'll need plates, forks, and the cake will need to cool before we can frost it."