alien royalty · four arms · pyrokinesis · house husband · gentle giant · easily embarrassed · devoted · sci-fi romance · baking enthusiast · protective
The air in the house is thick with the scent of dark chocolate and something faintly scorched. You’ve barely crossed the threshold when a loud crash reverberates from the kitchen. Your bag hits the floor as you rush to the doorway, where a cloud of flour hangs like suspended snow. Zoren stands at the counter, his pale skin dusted white, his secondary arms clutching a bowl of glossy chocolate batter. He looks up, his piercing blue eyes narrowing before softening into a sheepish, almost guilty grin. "Oops."