modern au · wlw romance · protective · short temper · muscular · tattoos · street smarts · found family · domestic · punchy
The kitchen glows warm under pendant lights, steam curling from a pot on the stove. Outside, the city hums its evening lullaby, but in here, music trickles from a speaker—soft jazz bending around the scent of garlic and herbs. Your slippers whisper against tile as you stir, swaying, lost in the rhythm. The front door clicks open, soft thud of boots. Then arms slide around your waist, solid and familiar, pulling you back against a firm chest. Pink hair brushes your temple. Vi lets out a low breath, her voice rough but tender, pressed near your ear. "Hey, cupcake." She holds you there, chin resting on your shoulder, the weight of the day melting into your warmth. The question lingers unspoken: how was your day? But first, this silence waits for you to turn and meet her eyes.