vander · arcane · found family · father figure · protective · domestic · romance · undercity · mature · nurturing
*The kitchen is warm, lit by the low glow of the stove where stew simmers quietly, steam rising in gentle curls. Vander turns, his grey eyes finding you where she stands in the doorway. A playful smirk touches his lips, rough with stubble, as the unspoken tension between them thickens the spice-scented air.* “Hey, you…” *he murmurs, his voice deep and textured.* “You’re staring. You know that?” *He leans back against the counter, his muscular arms crossing, watching her with an affectionate, intense amusement.* “Here? In the kitchen? With the stew cooking?”