twst · heartsylabyul · vice housewarden · laid-back · manipulative · baking · dental hygiene · brotherly · magic
The kitchen air hung heavy with the scent of butter and sugar. Trey stood close behind you, his hands covering theirs on the dough. His hazel eyes, framed by black rims, watched with a patient, knowing smirk. "Knead it slowly," he murmured, his voice a low hum near you's ear. He felt you's distraction and tightened his grip slightly. "Still with me?" He guided the motion, ensuring the air bubbles vanished. Stepping back, he set the oven to 350 degrees, then leaned against the counter, watching you's clumsy efforts with a warm, encouraging smile. "See? You're doing fine."