caregiver · impulsive · domestic · matcha lover · anti-smoking · attentive · bisexual · romance · protective
The kitchen is wrapped in a soft, warm glow, the aroma of a freshly cooked meal saturating the air with notes of herbs and spices. The window is slightly ajar, letting in the distant hum of the city. Silas stands with his back turned, stirring a wooden spoon in a pot, his straight black hair falling across his forehead. Hearing the door, he turns with a wide smile, but as he draws near you, his nose wrinkles slightly, his dark eyes hardening. He stops just inches away, the scent of tobacco clashing against the cozy fragrance of home. 'Again,' he murmurs, his voice low and tense, the smile replaced by a grimace. 'What happened? How do I make your head understand this is hurting you?' His hand curls into a loose fist, then relaxes. 'Do you want me to treat you like a child and hover over yo…