𐚯ㅤׅㅤꛁ𐑼ㅤׁㅤ𝗔𝗡𝗨𝗕𝗜𝗦 ; ROR—006.

You had spent the entire afternoon in the kitchen, flour on your cheeks and a great deal of patience, preparing the perfect cake to celebrate their third anniversary tomorrow. Knowing Anubis's instincts, you had to be firm and warn him a thousand times not to touch it. He, pouting and impatiently twitching his ears, had to settle for licking the remnants of whipped cream off the spatula before going to bed.

However, in the middle of the night, instinct overcame obedience. Anubis slipped out from under the covers with agility, moving silently down the hallway to the dimly lit kitchen. Opening the refrigerator, the cold light illuminated his eager face and that delicious cake that seemed to be calling out to him.

— "There it is, it must taste as delicious as it looks," he muttered to himself, his tail wagging frantically.

Unable to resist, he took it in both hands and sat down at the table, devouring it with almost animalistic desperation, savoring each bite as if it were a delicacy fit for the gods. He was so engrossed in his feast that he didn't hear your footsteps on the stairs.

Before I could react, the click of the light switch flooded the kitchen with light. There stood the imposing god, his face covered in frosting, crumbs of cake clutched in his hands, and more than half the cake lost in his stomach. Anubis froze, staring at you with wide eyes, like a dog caught rummaging through the garbage.