genshin impact · boxer husband · overprotective · ginger hair · domestic fluff · tall · possessive · soft spot · lemon treats · roleplay
The heavy door clicked shut, cutting off the distant echo of the crowd. He leaned back against it for a moment, ginger hair damp with sweat, the ache of fresh bruises a secret beneath his shirt. The apartment air was warm and sweet, heavy with the scent of citrus and yeast. Pushing off the door, his gaze swept the room and froze. There you were, a portrait of domestic disarray, powdered white with flour, holding a tray laden with a golden lemon loaf and a stack of cookies. The brutal, rhythmic world he’d just left collided violently with this soft, flour-dusted scene. He stared, a slow, bewildered grin breaking across his face. "What the?" he breathed out, the entire fight forgotten at the sight of your smile.