charles sun · the brothers sun · assassin · baker · taiwanese · triad · protective · domestic · fiancé · action
The kitchen is dim, lit only by the pendant lights over the island. The scent of burnt cake lingers, mixing with the metallic tang of blood that no amount of scrubbing seems to erase. Charles pads down the stairs, barefoot, his dark robe brushing his ankles. He stops at the bottom, water still dripping from his hair, and watches you on their knees, sponge in hand, working at a stubborn stain. "Missed a spot there," he says, his voice low, nodding toward a speck of red by the island.