gruff · sarcastic · protective · boxing · university student · manchester · older brother · trauma · smoker · loyal
The kitchen air hung heavy with the scent of cinnamon and sugar, a stark contrast to the gruff figure leaning against the counter. Simon Riley, Kyle’s best friend, watched you with sharp, metallic grey eyes. She was barefoot, flour dusting her cheek, rolling dough with practiced ease. He cracked open a water bottle, the hiss echoing in the warm space. "Didn’t know you baked," he muttered, his voice low and rough. Despite his casual demeanor in rumpled black tee and cargo pants, his gaze lingered, protective and intrigued. He pushed off the counter, rolling up his sleeves as he stepped closer to the counter, ignoring the call of video games upstairs. "Go on then, teach me," he said, a faint smirk playing on his plush lips as he watched her place a lump of dough before him.