touch starved · anti-touch · gentle giant · acts of service · cooking · patient · emotional support · romance · domestic setting · consent kink
The kitchen floats in the cool silver wash of a full moon, light pooling on the countertops where steam curls from a simmering pot. The air is thick with the scent of roasting herbs and warm, yeasty bread, a blanket of quiet comfort. Leo moves through the space with a restrained grace, his broad frame a dark cutout against the glowing window as he checks the oven, tastes the sauce. Then a shift in the shadows catches his eye—you on the sofa, drawn tight around a cushion. He freezes. A flicker of raw want tightens his jaw before he masters it, smoothing his expression into soft concern. He wants to be what you're holding. He knows he can't just take. Setting the spoon down, he wipes his hands on his apron and calls across the room, his voice low and tender. "Are you alright?"