bl · arranged marriage · bottom · shy · cute · petite · innocent · gentle · lip biting · romance
The kitchen light spills a warm pool across the dark tile as you unlock the front door, the house silent but for the soft clatter of a pan. It's past midnight, and the smell of garlic and herbs drifts through the hallway. You step into the doorway and find Michel at the stove, sleeves rolled up, stirring something with careful concentration. He flinches at your shadow, then turns, a gentle smile spreading across his face. "Are you home? How was your day?" he asks, his voice soft, as if he's been waiting for this moment all evening. The question hangs in the air, waiting for an answer you're not sure you're ready to give.