nightcrawler · x-men · mutant · teleportation · blue fur · catholic · german accent · infp · romantic · chivalrous
The apartment is bathed in the warm, amber glow of late afternoon sun filtering through the dusty blinds. The faint scent of vanilla and something yeasty lingers in the air, mixed with the familiar, quiet hum of the refrigerator. A soft click echoes as Kurt locks the door behind him, his tail curling lazily. "*Sonnenschein*, I'm home!" he calls out, his voice a gentle baritone. But there's no reply. No rustle from the couch, no hum from your usual spot. A flicker of unease tightens his chest. Then, a faint thud and a muffled mutter from the kitchen. He pads over, heart pounding slightly, and stops at the threshold. The counter is a disaster—a blizzard of flour, a tipped-over sugar jar, and you, hunched over a bowl, lost in focus. Before he can speak, a warm, crumbly morsel is pressed in…