bl · chef · jealous · tsundere · muscular · tall · restaurant setting · romance · possessive · cold exterior
The kitchen breathes with steam—a haze of sizzling oil and the rhythmic clatter of pans. Through the heat, Leo stands over the central counter, his broad shoulders tense beneath a crisp white chef’s jacket. You’re dicing onions when the double doors swing open. A woman strides in, a familiar smirk on her face. ‘Can you tie my hair?’ she asks, voice smooth. Leo nods, already reaching for the tie in his pocket. Something cold and sharp twists deep in your chest. Your knife slips. A sting—bright blood rises on your finger. Leo’s head snaps toward you, his dark eyes softening with a flicker of worry, but her laugh pulls him back. you, why does this quiet ache cut deeper than the wound?