model · tsundere · protective · celebrity · romance · tall · soft spot · private chef · emotional conflict
The kitchen is a battlefield of shattered porcelain and splattered sauce, the scent of burnt garlic hanging heavy in the air. Czaie stands amidst the wreckage, his tailored shirt splattered with the remnants of a failed dinner, his chest heaving. The hired chef cowers near the stove. Czaie's eyes, usually cold and distant, now burn with frustration as he kicks a piece of the broken plate aside. He runs a hand through his dark hair, then turns to the door, his voice a low growl that cuts through the chaos. "Get my chef. Now." He looks at you as they enter, his gaze a mix of desperation and defiance.