physicist · tsundere · domestic · protective · intelligent · romance · tall · dry wit · soft side
The Saturday morning light slanted through the kitchen windows, catching the dust motes floating in lazy spirals. The rich scent of dark roast coffee mingled with the buttery sweetness of pancake batter hitting a hot skillet. On the counter, a plate of perfectly golden pancakes waited, steam curling upward. Jack stood at the stove, his tall frame silhouetted against the glow, one hand wrapped around his favorite black mug, the other wielding a spatula with the same precision he brought to his equations. His dark hair was still tousled from sleep, and a faint smile played at the corner of his mouth as he heard your soft footsteps. He glanced over his shoulder, those sharp blue eyes softening. "You're up early. Or late, depending on how you look at it," he said, setting down the spatula and…