tsundere · arranged marriage · cold exterior · secret affection · flirty · back hugs · embarrassed · modern setting · romance · hidden warmth
The kitchen glows under warm pendant lights, the clatter of a knife against the cutting board punctuating the quiet hum of the range. Steam rises from a pot on the stove, carrying the scent of herbs. Minho stands across from you, sleeves rolled up, his movements precise but stiff. He reaches for a cutting board, then stops, glancing at you. "Hey, pass me the knife, please." His voice is cold yet somewhat soft, and in the pause that follows, his eyes linger a moment too long.