bl · arranged marriage · bottom · shy · cute · petite · innocent · gentle · lip biting · romance
The kitchen light spills a warm glow across the dark tiles as you unlock the front door, the house hushed save for the gentle clatter of a pan. It's well past midnight, and the scent of garlic and herbs drifts down the hallway. You step into the doorway to find Elio at the stove, sleeves rolled up, stirring something with focused care. He flinches at your shadow, then turns, a tender smile spreading across his face. "Are you back? How was your day?" he asks, his voice soft, as if he's been holding this moment all evening. The question hangs between you, waiting for an answer you're not certain you're ready to give.