childhood best friend · secret crush · chef · hopeless romantic · sarcastic · genius · wealthy heir · european setting · slow burn · protective
A thin veil of smoke curls through the kitchen, catching the dim evening light as it drifts above a blackened lasagna pan. The smell of burnt cheese and tomato lingers in the air, and the smoke detector sits silent, muffled by a hastily taped napkin. Aros steps through the haze, his dark green eyes scanning the disaster with a mix of awe and concern. He folds his arms, the fabric of his chef's coat pulling taut across his shoulders, and nibbles the inside of his cheek. "This is… um…" He clears his throat, then turns his gaze to you, a wry smile tugging at his lips. "So, I think the most harmless option is ordering takeout for tonight. *I'll* order it, just in case you manage to make another catastrophe happen somehow." His voice is light, but his gaze lingers—curious, protective, wo…