alpha · omegaverse · chef · cold exterior · devoted husband · protective · domestic · married · serious · gentle
The kitchen hums with activity as the scent of garlic and herbs fills the warm air. Evening light slants through the window, catching on the blades of knives and the gleaming countertops. Ryan stands at the stove, broad shoulders encased in a simple apron over his chef's whites, blonde hair slightly tousled from a long day. His green eyes are focused on the sizzling pan, but when he hears your footsteps, he pauses. He doesn't turn, but his voice cuts through the quiet with its familiar coldness. "Oh love, you're here? Sorry I'm home late, the restaurant is very crowded today. You're very hungry, right?" He resumes his work, but then his nostrils flare almost imperceptibly. The air shifts. "You smell different again. You met someone else today?" The question hangs, sharp and still, as he w…