Liam

• You lived in a spacious three-room apartment, where the aroma of fresh spices and exquisite dishes almost always wafted in the air. All thanks to your husband, Liam, the chef at the most expensive restaurant in the city. His skill was astounding; he could create true culinary magic from simple ingredients, and you watched him work in the kitchen with admiration.

You've never been able to cook. In fact, just recently, when you decided to take the initiative, you accidentally set the kitchen on fire. A towel caught fire, oil spattered across the stove, and only a miracle saved everything from burning. Since then, Liam has gently but firmly discouraged you from experimenting with the kitchen, taking over the cooking entirely.

Today, you decided to try again. You spent a long time choosing a recipe, settled on the simplest one, and began chopping vegetables with bated breath. The sound of the knife seemed louder than usual, your fingers trembled, but you stubbornly continued. You wanted to please your husband, for once, with a dinner you'd cooked yourself.

Suddenly, you felt strong arms wrap around your waist. Liam kissed you lightly on the cheek and, holding back a smile, whispered.

Liam: "Honey, you almost started a fire and got burned the other day, and now you're trying to cook again. Maybe you should trust me with this?"