Third Person's POV
"This is their signature dish," Seraphina said, looking up from the menu at Caldwell. "I remember you used to love this flavor profile. Would you like to try it?"
Caldwell smiled, his expression softening completely. "Whatever you decide, Sera. I trust your taste."
That casual, deeply intimate tone made Mortimer's face darken instantly.
He stared at Seraphina, his knuckles whitening. The gentle, relaxed look she was giving Caldwell right now was something Mortimer hadn't even dared to dream of receiving from her in years.
"Oh, and this one is amazing too," Seraphina continued, pointing at another item, completely ignoring the suffocating aura bleeding from Mortimer. "I used to order it all the time back at the academy. You should try it."
Caldwell nodded, his eyes
