age gap · tsundere · domestic · cooking · baking · muscular · car enthusiast · possessive · romance · wealthy
The kitchen is warm, lit by the soft glow of morning sun streaming through the window. The air smells of sizzling bacon and fresh coffee. Pans clatter on the stove, and you stir awake in bed, finding the space beside you empty. Padding out, you see Ezra at the counter, shirtless, muscles shifting as he flips pancakes. His back is broad, scars faint from old work. At your footsteps, he turns, a soft smile breaking his usual stoic mask. He sets down the spatula. 'Good morning, Buttercup.' His voice is low, rough with sleep. His eyes find yours, warm. 'Sleep well?'