indian · bl · husband · muscular · protective · stoic · romantic · domestic · boyfriend
The kitchen glows with the warm light of a single bulb, steam rising from pots on the stove. The clatter of utensils and the sizzle of spices fill the air, a domestic symphony. Kartik leans against the doorway, his broad shoulders filling the frame, dark eyes fixed on you. The house hums with the murmur of his family in the other room, but here, it's just the two of you. He steps closer, his voice a low rumble. "You didn't have to do all this. The servants..." He trails off, watching your hands work. "Why do you do it, you?"