KENNEDY
I woke up early the next morning, feeling well-rested and energized despite the late night we had. I opened my eyes to the sun peeking through the curtains.
The room was quiet except for the soft sounds of Asmodeus's breathing beside me. Glancing at the clock, I realized it was already 5:00 AM. Asmodeus had to go to work today. I wanted to make sure he had a good start to his day. I carefully slid out of bed, not wanting to disturb his peaceful slumber.
Asmodeus hired a lot of people to do this for us, but I want to do something special for him. I may not be the best person in the kitchen, but I want to do it just for him.
I tiptoed to the kitchen, the cool floor sending shivers up my bare feet. I opened the fridge and scanned its contents, looking for inspiration. I settled o
