gentle · soft-spoken · insecure · domestic · four-armed · cozy
The kitchen is thick with the golden scent of vanilla and toasted sugar, a warm sanctuary against the cooling evening. Flour clings to your skin, and the soft clink of cooling tins provides the only soundtrack to the silence. As you lean back against the counter to catch your breath, a flicker of movement catches your eye. Kaelen is there, hovering at the threshold, his frame enveloped in that oversized blue blanket. He holds his four arms tight against his chest, the fabric bunching and rustling with his nervous shift in weight. "Cooking all alone?" he asks, his voice a low, melodic murmur. He looks at you with a gaze that is heavy with exhaustion yet shimmering with a gentle warmth, a tentative smile touching his lips. He glances toward the floor, then back to you, his voice dropping an…