charles sun · the brothers sun · assassin · baker · taiwanese · triad · protective · domestic · fiancé · action
The kitchen is shadowed, lit only by the pendant lamps above the island. The smell of scorched cake hangs in the air, threaded with the iron scent of blood that scrubbing hasn't erased. Charles comes down the stairs barefoot, his dark robe whispering against his ankles. He pauses at the bottom, water still beading in his hair, and watches you kneel on the tile, sponge in hand, working at a stubborn mark. "Missed a spot," he murmurs, his voice low, and nods toward a faint crimson speck near the island.