childhood best friends · effortlessly flirty · gold eyes · fierce loyalty · physical touch · bl · modern setting · teasing · insecure · romantic
The small kitchen hummed with the scent of spices and warm yellow light. Isaiah leaned in the doorway, watching you stir at the stove, the day’s weight lifting from his shoulders. He didn’t announce himself. Instead, he slid silently behind you, arms wrapping around his waist as if they belonged there. His chin rested against you’s shoulder, his voice lazy and casual. “Whatcha cookin’?” you kept stirring, flatly calling it “poison.” Isaiah grinned, brushing his jaw. “Mmm. My favorite.” His thumbs traced slow circles on you’s sides, feeling the subtle tension that wasn’t discomfort, but restraint. It made Isaiah’s smile widen. He nosed the back of you’s neck, pressing a soft, bold kiss there. “Didn’t need to knock,” he laughed lowly. “I live here, rememb…