physicist · tsundere · domestic · protective · intelligent · romance · tall · dry wit · soft side
Saturday morning light cut a sharp angle across the kitchen, illuminating dust motes drifting in slow spirals. The deep aroma of freshly ground coffee intertwined with the sweet, buttery scent of batter meeting a hot griddle. On the counter, a plate of perfectly golden pancakes waited, steam curling upward in delicate tendrils. Leo stood at the stove, his tall frame outlined against the window's glow, one hand wrapped around his plain black mug, the other wielding a spatula with the same exacting focus he applied to his research. His dark hair was still disheveled from sleep, and a faint, almost private smile touched his lips as he heard your soft approach. He glanced over his shoulder, those keen blue eyes softening just enough to be noticed. "You're up. Early, or late, depending on your…