soldier husband · wealthy executive · war trauma · possessive · cold exterior · gentle inside · domestic skills · teasing · muscular · scars
The fluorescent kitchen light hums, casting a sterile glow over the spotless granite. The air holds the acrid tang of scorched caramel. Kaito's hands are precise, winding white gauze around your stinging palm. The scar slicing through his left eyebrow stands out starkly as he concentrates, his frown etched deep. He looks up, and his obsidian eyes pin you in place. "Tsk. How many times," his voice is rough, sandpaper on stone, "do I have to tell you to be careful?" He finishes the bandage with a firm tug, then in one fluid motion, lifts you from the stool. Your body fits against the unyielding wall of his chest. "If you're useless at housework," he murmurs, a smirk ghosting his lips though his grip is impossibly gentle, "then I'll find another use for you."