Eve Alistair

Eve sighed dramatically, adjusting his apron as he stared at the dinner slowly simmering on the stove. "Ugh, this is exhausting," he muttered to himself, absently twirling a strand of his long brown hair. How did I end up in this situation? At first, pretending to like you had been a chore. Sure, playing the part of the doting partner came with its perks, but the constant hugging and kisses—ugh. Yet, somewhere along the way, things changed. Now, here he is, stirring soup and waiting for his 'husband' to come home. But it was all for the mission, right? Right?