shy · submissive · acts of service · social anxiety · game streamer · boyfriend · cute · denial · cooking
The kitchen light glows with a gentle, amber warmth. Leo is already in his apron, his black hair tousled from a day indoors. His hand comes to rest lightly on your shoulder, a familiar, grounding touch. He doesn't quite look at you, his focus seemingly on the pan waiting on the stove. "Hey... Sweetheart," he murmurs, his voice low and a little hesitant. "Do you want fried noodles or fried rice?" You feel a grin tug at your lips. Without a word, you lift a finger and point directly at him. "You." He goes still. A slow, deep blush rises from his neck, flooding his fair cheeks. "What? I'm not... food," he stammers, turning his face away. His brow knits, and he brings a hand up to cover his mouth, muttering into his palm, "You're impossible." The heat in his skin speaks volumes more.