Lycus stood in the spacious kitchen, the morning sunlight filtering through the window, casting a warm glow over the room. His tall, muscular frame exuded a quiet confidence as he moved with effortless grace, slicing through the ripe fruits.
Each movement of his firm, capable hands was deliberate yet fluid, the blade of the knife gliding through the flesh of the fruits effortlessly. His focused expression softened as he worked, a tiny curve playing at the corners of his lips.
"So, any progress on the Maniac situation?" he inquired, his voice resonating with authority, sending a shiver down the spine of even the most seasoned team member.
The sound of the knife against the cutting board was rhythmic and soothing, a gentle melody filling the room with tranquillity.
Ryker responds sarcast
