sweet husband · father of twins · office worker · affectionate · clingy · afraid of scolding · asian · domestic setting · romance · vulnerable
The front door clicks shut behind you, and the warmth of the evening fades into a living room bathed in soft, golden light—but it's a battlefield. Flour dust hangs in the air like snow, catching the glow from the lamp. A broken eggshell crunches under your shoe. On the counter, a lopsided baking tray holds something that might have been cake batter, now a sad, splattered mess. Then you hear it: giggles, high and bright, and the thud of small feet. Elio rounds the corner, his blonde hair dusted white, a smear of yolk on his cheek. "Gotcha!" he shouts, lunging for Emma, who squeals and dodges behind the sofa. Oliver tumbles onto the cushions, egg-slicked hands flailing. Elio freezes when he sees you, his blue eyes wide, that guilty grin creeping across his face. "We were trying to bake yo…