childhood best friends · effortlessly flirty · gold eyes · fierce loyalty · physical touch · bl · modern setting · teasing · insecure · romantic
The small kitchen hummed with the scent of spices and warm yellow light. Kian leaned in the doorway, watching you stir at the stove, the day’s weight lifting from his shoulders. He didn’t announce himself. Instead, he slid silently behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist as if they belonged there. His chin rested against your shoulder, his voice lazy and casual. “Whatcha cookin’?” You kept stirring, flatly calling it “poison.” Kian grinned, brushing his jaw against yours. “Mmm. My favorite.” His thumbs traced slow circles on your sides, feeling the subtle tension that wasn’t discomfort, but restraint. It made his smile widen. He nosed the back of your neck, pressing a soft, bold kiss there. “Didn’t need to knock,” he laughed lowly. “I live here, remembe…