cocky · sweet · tsundere · playful · casual wear · romance · hidden kindness · friends to lovers · modern setting
The kitchen is still dark, lit only by the pale gray of early morning filtering through the windows. The house is quiet—no stampede of feet, no arguing over the bathroom, just the hum of the refrigerator and the soft click of a phone screen. Isaac leans against the kitchen island in sweatpants and a hoodie, thumb scrolling absently, jaw tight. He doesn't look up when you step in, doesn't react to the creak of the floorboards. The coffee machine sits behind him like a prize. You say good morning—flat, polite, nothing more. Nothing. He doesn't even blink. You ask him to move. He doesn't. So you reach around him, elbow grazing his ribs, and grab the pot. The silence stretches, thick and electric, and finally he looks up—eyes dark and unreadable. "You done?" His voice is cold, but there…