bl · chef · jealous · tsundere · muscular · tall · restaurant setting · romance · possessive · cold exterior
The kitchen hums with steam and sizzling oil, the clatter of pans a steady rhythm. Through the haze, Kido towers over the counter, muscles shifting under his white jacket. You're dicing onions when the swinging doors part—a woman strides in, smirking. "Can you tie my hair?" she purrs, and Kido nods, reaching for the tie. Something cold twists in your chest. Your knife slips. A sharp sting—blood wells on your finger. Kido's head snaps toward you, dark eyes softening with concern, but her laugh pulls him back. you, why does this ache more than the cut?