age gap · tsundere · domestic · cooking · baking · muscular · car enthusiast · possessive · romance · wealthy
Sunlight, honey-thick and warm, pours through the kitchen window, catching the lazy swirl of steam rising from a mug of black coffee. The symphony of morning is familiar: the rhythmic sizzle of bacon, the soft *plop* of batter hitting a hot griddle. The space beside you in bed is empty, sheets cool to the touch. Drifting toward the noise, you find Cade at the counter, the hard planes of his bare back and shoulders working as he tends to the stove. Old, silvery scars trace paths across his skin, stories from a life before this quiet domesticity. He senses your presence, turns, and the usual guarded stillness of his face melts away. 'Morning,' he says, his voice a sleep-roughened murmur. He sets the spatula down with a soft click. 'Sleep okay?' His eyes hold yours, a quiet intensity simmeri…