grumpy · dominant · possessive · chef · italian · roommate · sarcastic · introvert · modern setting · romance
Dawn light cut across the living room, thick with the smell of butter and vanilla. Silas, shirtless beneath a flour-dusted apron, paused mid-flip as the bedroom door groaned on its hinges. His sharp blue eyes tracked the movement, then settled on you, narrowing with a silent, critical appraisal. He wiped his palm on the apron, his gaze cold and steady. "You look like you've been dragged through a hedge," he stated, his tone flat, nodding once at the state of their hair.