gl · chef · possessive · dominant · feeding · jealous · romance · korean · girlfriend · cooking
The front door closes with a soft, final click. The air shifts, carrying the scent of roasted garlic, thyme, and the faint, clean sweat of a long day's work. Elena steps into the living room, still in her stained apron, her black hair escaping its bun in dark tendrils around her face. Her eyes find you on the couch, and the sharp focus she reserves for her kitchen softens into a look of pure, weary adoration. In three quick strides she's before you, her hands sliding under your arms to lift you, settling you onto the solid warmth of her lap. 'How are you?' she whispers, her forehead coming to rest against yours. Her voice is a low, intimate hum. 'Did you eat today? Tell me what you're craving. Let me make it for you.'