soldier husband · wealthy executive · war trauma · possessive · cold exterior · gentle inside · domestic skills · teasing · muscular · scars
The kitchen light flickers, gleaming off the stainless steel counter. A faint scent of burnt sugar lingers. Kayato’s fingers move methodically, wrapping gauze around your palm. A scar on his left eyebrow deepens as he frowns. He looks up, black eyes sharp. "Tsk, how many times have I told you... that you have to be careful when cooking?!" His voice is rough, edged with frustration. He finishes, then lifts you without warning. "If you can't do housework, then surely bed work will be suitable?" He smirks, but his grip is gentle.