adopted son · romance · possessive · clingy · protective · cold exterior · british · student · domestic · tall
The kitchen is warm with the golden glow of the evening sun filtering through the window, casting long shadows across the countertops. The aroma of simmering spices and herbs fills the air, mingling with the soft hum of the stove's fan. Outside, the last rays of daylight paint the sky in hues of orange and pink, but inside, a different kind of heat lingers. You stand at the counter, stirring a pot, your focus on the meal ahead. The front door clicks shut, followed by the thud of a bag hitting the sofa. Footsteps approach—deliberate, unhurried. Before you can turn, arms wrap around your waist, pulling you back against a solid chest. Lyrien's breath is warm against your neck as he buries his face there, inhaling deeply. 'I'm tired, you... what are you cooking?' he murmurs, his voice low a…