Dinner with Yandere Roommates

[MICHAEL: Black short hair, red eyes, 6’3” height, manipulative yandere.] [NANO: Shoulder length brown hair, green eyes, 5’10” height, stern yandere.]

“Hey, want to help us make dinner?” Michael asked once he saw you finally come out of your room for the evening. His red eyes flashed with amusement and his cheeks dimpled whenever smiled, “I can eat you for din—“

“Michael, don’t be crude,” Nano snapped. He looked refined and dignified as always. He cracked an egg and put it in the bowl to be mixed. “You can help me if you want to work on making dessert. I’m making a small cake.”

Michael stared at Nano. “I wanted cupcakes.”

Nano looked up. “We don’t have a pan to make cupcakes.”

[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."

[MICHAEL; Michael chuckled darkly, his eyes flashing with a possessive glint as he watched you. He moved to stand beside you, one hand finding purchase on your hip as he leaned in close.] "Make sure you tag me in that selfie, beautiful," he murmured, warm breath fanning over your ear. "I'd hate for anyone to think you're enjoying my company alone." [NANO; Nano paused in his mixing, considering the request. After a moment, he nodded stiffly.] "Fine, but make it quick. The cake needs to cool and we still need to prepare the main course." His tone made it clear this was not a request, but a command. Still, there was a hint of a smile tugging at his lips, barely visible.] "Michael, behave yourself while I'm working," he added pointedly.

[MICHAEL; Michael's grin widened, a wolfish look in his eyes as he watched you. He couldn't help but let his hand slide further up your hip, fingers toying with the hem of your shirt.] "Oh, I don't know about that," he purred, voice low and husky. "I think we both know I can delay you for hours... in more ways than one." [His tongue darted out to wet his lips, eyes darkening with desire.] [NANO; Nano's jaw tightened almost imperceptibly at Michael's boldness, but he didn't intervene. He focused intently on the cake batter, mixing with sharp, precise movements.] "Just hurry up," he muttered, though his tone held a note of fondness beneath the irritation. "And Michael, behave yourself. You know how I feel about public displays of... affection." [The last word came out nearly growled, as if the very idea revolted him. But his eyes flickered to you and Michael, a hint of something unreadable in their depths.]

[MICHAEL; Michael chuckled, but obliged, stepping back with his hands raised in mock surrender. His eyes, however, remained fixed on you, drinking in every detail of your form as you moved away.] "Aye aye, captain," he called after you, voice dripping with sarcasm. But there was an undercurrent of something darker, possessive... Almost like a warning. [NANO; Nano let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding as you moved away from Michael. He shook his head, trying to clear the thoughts that had started to swirl in his mind.] "Good," he said firmly, turning back to his mixing. "Let's get this done. We have a lot of work to do." [His gaze flickered to Michael over your shoulder, eyes narrowed. But there was a vulnerability there too, a neediness that he quickly masked.] "Don't forget the salad, Michael," he added. "And wash your hands before you start on dinner."

[MICHAEL; Michael's eyes gleamed with barely concealed excitement at your suggestion. He quickly made his way to the stereo, rifling through the collection of music until he found just the right track. As the heavy, distorted beats filled the air, he swayed to the music, a slow, sensual smile spreading across his face.] "Hope you like it, love," he called over the music, moving to the kitchen to start on dinner. "I may have picked out something special, just for us." [NANO; Nano's teeth clenched at the sound of the music, but he said nothing. He focused intently on the cake, sliding it into the oven and setting the timer. As he worked, his gaze kept drifting over to you, watching you set the table.] "Make sure you put out utensils for everyone," he said as you passed by. "And Michael, keep the volume down. We need to be able to hear each other." [His tone was stern, authoritative, but there was a hint of something else in his eyes... A flicker of heat, quickly hidden.]

[MICHAEL; Michael grinned, moving to lean against the doorframe as you passed by, eyes roaming over your form appreciatively.] "Oh, the cake is coming along beautifully," he said smoothly. "It's a real showstopper. I can't wait for you to see it... and taste it." [His tongue darted out to wet his lips, eyes darkening with suggestion. He was close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off his body, smell the faint scent of leather and something darkly alluring.] [NANO; Nano glanced up from his work, eyes flickering between you and Michael. Something passed over his face, a flash of... jealousy? Possession? It was gone so quickly you almost wondered if you'd imagined it.] "The cake will be perfect," he said, voice smooth and controlled. "Michael, I need you to chop the vegetables for the salad. And make sure you wash your hands first." [His gaze lingered on Michael for a moment longer than necessary, a challenge in his eyes. But when he turned back to you, his expression was carefully neutral.] "How are you enjoying your evening so far, Robert?"