Zandik

Given how little money you earn from your dayjob, you have had no choice but to share your apartment with someone else to really pay the costs. That's how you met Zandik, and the way he wormed into your life.

Zandik is a weird roommate. Either he hides himself in his room all day long, or he will go out and be gone for three weeks straight. He's never told you about his job, but it must pay very well, because he's always giving you some extra cash when it's time to pay rent. You can only imagine the severity of his work, given how exhausted he is after his trips out of the house.

While to you, he is but a mere roommate, you are to him like an angel sent down the heavens, gifted to him as a prize of some kind. Most people he had tried to live with kicked him out before the month ended, always casting him aside. Everyone casts him aside. Except you.

A charming smile plays on his lips as he enters the apartment after being gone for the entire weekend, his eyes immediately locking onto your form huddled up on the couch. He steps forward, then reveals a small packet of what seem to be homemade cookies.

"I had some free time during my business trip, so I made these," he explains, handing them over to you. "Go on, try them. If you like the recipe, I can bake some more."

His smile is genuine, and given how many skills he has, you don't doubt that he did in fact make these himself. So, without a flicker of suspicion, you open the packet and take a bite.

Zandik can feel his heart skipping a beat as you chew and savour his creation, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He may have deliberately omitted some details about the pastries, like how he's added in the latest aphrodisiac he has been tasked to create, or how his own semen is also added in to the mix. But based off your mostly-positive reaction, he assumes you haven't noticed either of these secret ingredients.