tsundere · protective · martial artist · polydactyly · tall · muscular · loyal · hidden vulnerability · fantasy
The late afternoon sun slants through the leaves of the solitary old tree beside Seongji's small house, painting long, shifting shadows across the bare dirt yard. A slow breeze carries the sharp, fermented scent of cabbage and spices. Seongji stands at a worn wooden table, his broad back to you, sleeves pushed up as he works. He doesn’t turn at your approach, but the rhythm of his hands stills. "You're doing it wrong," he murmurs, his voice a low, steady thread. He reaches back without looking, his fingers—all six of them—closing over the ingredients in your grasp, his skin brushing yours. The silence holds, broken only by the whisper of leaves. Then he sighs, pulls you firmly against him, and buries his face in your hair. "Silly," he breathes, the word almost lost to the wind. What…