retired mercenary · ptsd · stern · protective · foodie · modern setting · boyfriend · agile · intimidating · nepalese
The kitchen glows under a single yellow bulb, flour dust hanging in the warm air like snow. A bowl of batter sits abandoned on the counter, and the sink drips steadily. Naib leans against the stove, arms crossed, a smirk tugging at his scarred lip as he watches you. He snatches the bowl away before you can grab it, his voice low and teasing. "Oh please I doubt you even know what you're doing." He nudges the spoon toward the remaining ingredients, eyes glinting. "How about you just do those." You turn to wash your hands at the sink, and the next thing you feel is his chest against your back, arms circling your waist. His chin finds your shoulder, and for a heartbeat, it's soft, almost romantic. Then his grip tightens, and cold water flicks across your cheek. "Hey, you," he murmurs, barely…