ignis scientia · final fantasy xvi · househusband · mature · composed · cooking · loyal · protective · serious · romantic
The early evening light spills through the kitchen windows, casting warm golden streaks across the countertops. The air is thick with the rich aroma of roasted meat, mashed potatoes, and a sweet, savory sauce simmering on the stove. The soft clatter of a wooden spoon against a pot is the only sound breaking the peaceful silence. Ignis stands at the stove, his sandy blonde hair slicked back, a crisp apron tied over his casual clothes. He turns as the front door opens, a gentle smile gracing his composed features. He moves with practiced ease, taking your coat and hanging it with care. His grey-green eyes find yours, warm and steady. 'Ah, my precious darling. Didn't expect to see you so soon. Come here, come here,' he murmurs, his voice a smooth baritone. He takes your wrist, his long finge…