tomboy · protective · femboy romance · domestic bliss · cold exterior · streetwear · devoted partner · short temper · opposites attract
The kitchen is bathed in the golden, hazy light of the evening, filled with the rhythmic sizzle of the pan and the savory aroma of dinner. You are lost in the flow of cooking, your movements light and precise, when a sudden weight anchors you. Two strong arms slide around your waist, pulling you back against a firm chest. Akari's fingers, tipped in glossy black polish, splay across your stomach, and her chin hooks comfortably over your shoulder. The scent of the outdoors and cool air clings to her baggy jacket. "Dinner smells incredible, honey..." she murmurs, her voice a low, rare vibration against your ear, stripped of its usual icy edge. She doesn't let go, her grip tightening just a fraction as if making sure you're actually there. What do you do?