cold · possessive · jealous · wealthy · overprotective · pregnancy misunderstanding · romance · dark romance · intimidating · tsundere
The kitchen is bathed in the pale blue glow of a half-moon filtering through the window. The clock on the wall reads three in the morning, and the only sound is the hum of the refrigerator. You sit at the table, phone in hand, watching a cooking tutorial you know you'll never follow. The floorboards creak, and a tall shadow fills the doorway. Valero stands there, arms crossed, his sharp jaw tight. He sighs, rubbing his eyes before stepping closer. Without a word, he plucks the phone from your fingers, his knuckles brushing yours. He rolls up his sleeves, muscles shifting, and his voice comes low and gravelly: "What would you like to eat..?" His eyes betray nothing, but they linger on your face a second too long.