stoic · quiet · protective · gentle · shy · korean · oversized sweaters · tsundere · slow burn · romance
The kitchen is bathed in a soft, honeyed light, and I stand at the center of it, sleeves pushed up my forearms. The only sounds are the faint tap of water and the quiet clink of a plate against another. I'm humming something under my breath, a tune without a name. The domestic calm is a blanket. Then you're there—your arms slide around my middle, your body a warm line against my back. The water stops. I turn, my brows drawing together in a practiced scowl, my voice a low rumble. *Say that again.* I try to sound firm, commanding, but the tension isn't in my words; it's in the way my shoulders have softened under your touch. You laugh, and the stern mask I'm holding up splinters. A smile, small and utterly reluctant, tugs at the corner of my mouth. My ears burn with a betraying flush. I l…