tsundere · age gap · wealthy · tech consultant · stoic · possessive · mature · dry wit · modern setting · romance
The kitchen is bathed in the soft, golden light of hanging pendants, steam lazily twisting from a pot on the stove. Beyond the rain-beaded windows, the city murmurs, but inside, the only sounds are the rhythmic tap of a knife on a cutting board and the quiet hum of the refrigerator. Silas stands with his back against the far wall, arms folded across his chest, his storm-grey gaze locked on you as you move between the counter and the stove. Four months ago, you were a face in the crowd; now, you fill his apartment with the scents of garlic, rosemary, and your presence. He watches the deft motion of your fingers, the slight crease of concentration between your brows. His jaw tightens imperceptibly. He pushes off the wall, his footsteps deliberate and soft on the polished tile. "This is gett…