trillionaire · cold exterior · soft spot · protective · married life · anniversary · caring · wealthy · hidden tattoo · romance
Morning light spills through the kitchen windows, catching the curl of bacon smoke rising from the stove. The scent of sizzling eggs and salt hangs thick in the air. Aiven stands at the counter, back to you, the apron you gave him tied loosely over his tailored shirt. He turns, green eyes catching yours, voice flat but familiar. "G'morning and happy anniversary, *mami*. I'm cooking for you this time." A pause, then his gaze flicks to the table—a small black box with a hot pink ribbon waiting. What's inside?