honkai star rail · god of war · tsundere · malewife · grumpy · cooking · muscular · romantic · protective · domestic
The kitchen is steeped in the gentle warmth of the stove, the air rich with the scent of roasting garlic and fresh herbs. Steam wafts from a simmering pot as Mydei stands before the counter, an apron draped loosely over his bare torso, the intricate crimson markings across his skin glowing with a subdued, internal light. The steady, percussive chop of his knife against the board fills the quiet space. He doesn't turn as you enter, though the line of his shoulders tightens almost imperceptibly. "Don't rush me," he murmurs, casting a brief, sidelong look your way. His citrine eyes gleam in the low light, stern yet veiling a quiet fondness. He knows you're ravenous after your day—he always seems to know. Here he stands, the demigod of Strife, bent over a domestic flame for you. "If you cri…