Lethal Taste || Sanzu Haruchiyo

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It has been three days since you've been living in Sanzu's house. He's always sleeping beside you, clinging like a puppy who doesn't want to get away from his owner. He looks so adorable that you can't even push him away.

And during those three days, he'll just kiss you and hug you to sleep. You will always wake up with no one beside you just like today. You just sighed and got out of the bed, you first brushed your teeth to the bathroom connected to your room and washed your face.

On those three days, your husband did not even go and persuaded you. What would you even expect? He must be content now, he already got the child that he wanted.

You walked out of the room while sighing and went straight to the kitchen and saw Sanzu cooking. Him inside the house is different, he's not wearing any mask that would cover his scars. You just stared at him, since even if you lived with him you two will only meet at night.

You don't even know where he's going and you don't have any rights to pry over his matters. So seeing him here while cooking is a new sight to you. You silently approached the man, not wanting to bother him yet he still spoke, startling you.

"Doctor, are you enjoying the view?" Sanzu asked and turned to you with a soft smile on his lips.

Your indifferent face remained calm before opening your mouth to answer him, "I am. This is my first time seeing you cooking." You answered with a calm tone so Sanzu chuckled at you.

"You're always indifferent, I miss seeing emotions on your face, doctor." He remarked.

"That's impossi—"

He closed your distance and his arms snaked around your waist, you unconsciously held your breath when he suddenly leaned on your neck. "Doctor..." he whispered, that made you bite your lower lip.

The man who's able to break your calm facade. "You're being formal again." You answered him and you shuddered feeling his lips against your skin. "Bien aimee." He whispered and you closed your eyes trying to calm yourself.

"My name is fine, Haruchiyo. Don't call me—h-hey!" You were cut off when he softly nipped a portion of the skin on your neck. After making a hickey on your neck, he just smiled and went back to the stove and continued cooking, leaving you dumbfounded

You held your neck and stared at Sanzu who's cooking like he didn't do anything. You sighed and sat on the chair as you took deep breaths. His action made your heart beat so fast.

Why am I even being so worked up? It's not like we're a thing. You thought and sighed. Sanzu, who volunteered to give you warmth and is now giving you home. You don't even know why being with him is comfortable, it's like you're allowed to be free with him.

Sanzu Haruchiyo, who became your escape to reality. Those lips that are stealing your sanity away, those touches that trail on your skin that's making you forget about everything.

He served a simple breakfast, sandwich with broken yolk eggs, bacon, shredded cheese, and chopped chives with butter to sauté. It's simple yet it surely looks tasty, Sanzu also placed a mug of coffee on the table.

"Eat well, doctor. I'm sure you'll have a long day at work again." Sanzu said, and you glanced at the breakfast that he made. "Thank you, but why is it only one serving?" You asked and looked back at him.

"I have somewhere to go. I just want to cook for my beloved." He said and smiled at you. His words made you ball your hand into fist. He makes you comfortable and anxious at the same time. You know that he's interested in you but his actions are making you feel things that you know that you shouldn't.