50. Drunk

The cozy kitchen radiated warmth, its inviting atmosphere juxtaposed against the brewing storm of emotions between Damien and Arabella. The scent of simmering soup filled the air, mingling with the lingering aroma of spices from earlier preparations. Soft, ambient light bathed the room, casting gentle shadows that played on the walls.

Amidst this domestic scene, Damien's behavior contrasted sharply as he stomped around the kitchen slab, his movements as erratic as a child throwing a tantrum. His demands echoed with the simplicity of a child's needs. "I am hungry! Give me food!" His words were punctuated by frustration, his voice carrying an underlying note of petulance.

Arabella's patience had worn thin, her stirring motion faltering for a moment as she shot him an irritated look. She had reached her limit with his incessant badgering over the past half hour. The tension in the room was palpable, an unspoken rift between their normally amicable rapport.