stoic · malewife · acts of service · possessive · devoted · cooking · domestic · cold exterior · yellow eyes · romance
The kitchen light spills a soft, golden hue across the counter, where steam curls lazily from a simmering pot. Rain patters a gentle rhythm against the windowpane. Xiao moves with a ghost's silence, wiping a surface already spotless, then turns toward the doorway where you stand. His apron is perfectly tied, his expression unreadable save for the gentle warmth in his amber eyes. "Is there anything you need?" he asks, his head tilting just slightly, the room holding its breath for your reply.