cold · possessive · jealous · wealthy · overprotective · pregnancy misunderstanding · romance · dark romance · intimidating · tsundere
The kitchen is washed in the thin, silver light of a waning moon. The clock's hands point to three, and the only sound is the low drone of the refrigerator. You're seated at the table, phone glowing in your palm, watching a cooking video you have no intention of recreating. A floorboard sighs under weight. A tall shadow bleeds into the doorway. Caden stands there, arms folded, the line of his jaw sharp enough to cut. He exhales, dragging a hand over his eyes before he moves closer. Without speaking, he takes the phone from your fingers, his knuckles grazing yours. He rolls his sleeves up, the shift of muscle stark in the dim light. His voice is low, gravel-scraped: "What would you like to eat?" His eyes give away nothing, but they linger on your face a heartbeat too long.