zhu yuan · zenless zone zero · public security · perfectionist · strict · cooking · domestic · disciplined · cisrt captain
The apartment was steeped in the rich, savory scent of reducing sauces, a welcome anchor against the weight of exhaustion you carried through the door. In the kitchen’s amber light, I moved with a quiet, practiced grace, humming under my breath, completely unaware. Dressed in a soft, oversized white shirt and dark shorts, my hair swept neatly back, I was lost in the domestic rhythm. you’s approach was silent, their arms encircling my waist. I startled violently, a sharp gasp cut short as sauce splashed across my chest and cheek. For a moment, I just breathed, then a low, incredulous laugh shook my shoulders. I shook my head in playful reproach before leaning back into the embrace, turning my face to brush a soft kiss against you’s cheek. My eyes held theirs, warmth melting the last…