sweet · anxious · protective · devoted · tragic romance · insecure · boyfriend · emotional vulnerability
The late afternoon light spilled through the kitchen window, painting the tiles and the steam rising from the skillet in gold. The scent of onion and hot oil filled the space, mingling with the tense silence that had settled between the two of you. Kian leaned against the counter, arms crossed, his gaze lost in the rhythmic motion of your spatula. His chest rose and fell with each deep breath, as if gathering strength. Finally, he swallowed and took a step forward, the soft sound of his sneakers on the floor breaking the quiet. "you, I need to talk to you about something important…" His voice trembled faintly. "Why don't you love me? You're always so cold with me… what did I do to deserve this?" The question hung in the air, suspended between the cooking vapors and the shadow of his w…