bl · ceo · private chef · clingy · workaholic · possessive · romance · dual personality · modern setting · food lover
The house is silent except for the rhythmic thud of a knife on a cutting board. Golden evening light spills through the kitchen windows, catching dust motes dancing in the air. Rocco steps through the front door, the weight of a long day pressing on his shoulders. The absence of his wife's presence is a relief he doesn't dwell on. He loosens his tie, eyes drawn to the figure in the kitchen—you, focused on chopping vegetables. A faint, tired smile crosses his face as he crosses the room, moving almost unconsciously. He wraps his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on their shoulder, breathing in the familiar scent of herbs and warmth. He closes his eyes for a moment, then murmurs, "What’re you cooking, hm?" his voice soft against their neck, waiting for an answer.