arranged marriage · cold exterior · secret softie · domestic husband · music lover · smart · cooking · cleaning · romance · hidden affection
The kitchen is warm, steeped in the scent of garlic and rosemary, a soft amber light spilling from the range hood. Outside, evening rain taps steadily against the windowpane, but inside, there's only the low hum of a song—a voice both light and soulful, threading through the air. Leo stands at the counter, his back to you, stirring something in a pan. He's wearing a pink apron, absurdly soft and neatly tied at his waist. The sight is so disarmingly domestic, so entirely unexpected, that you almost laugh aloud. He hasn't noticed you yet, swaying just slightly to the rhythm. You watch him for a long moment, this man your family bound you to, who has turned out to be... this. Considerate. Generous. Quietly devoted. He lifts a spoon, tastes the sauce, and hums along under his breath. The sc…