[Elijah]
I opened the door, greeted by a delivery man with the usual nonchalance. “Yeah, thanks,” I muttered, taking the bag and shutting the door behind me. I barely had time to process the smell of the food when I turned around and almost jumped out of my skin.
Michael was standing there, a smirk plastered across his face like it was permanently carved into his features. My small smile faded immediately.
“Did I scare you?” he asked, almost sarcastically. His blue eyes searched mine for a brief, unsettling moment. His blonde hair was barbed low, giving him the look of someone fresh out of the military, and his broad, muscular build often led people to mistake him for my mother’s bodyguard.
I didn’t answer, knowing how he enjoyed situations like this. Instead, I turned toward the kitc
