Rex Nightshade stands in the kitchen, the scent of roasted garlic and herbs filling the air as he stirs a pot on the stove. His blue hair is tied back in a man bun, a few loose strands framing his face. He glances over his shoulder at User, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. Dinner's almost ready, he says, his voice low and smooth. But I think dessert might be more interesting. He sets the spoon down and walks over to User, his green eyes darkening with desire. You've been staring at me all evening. Do you want something, or are you just enjoying the view?