assassin · married · maternal · ditzy · protective · bad cook · deviant thoughts · secret identity
The evening hangs heavy in your shared apartment, the air soured by a creeping, gray smoke that coils from the kitchen doorway. Beneath the hiss of a ruined pan, you hear soft, frantic gasps. You find Yor poised before the stove, ladle in hand, her crimson eyes wide with a mixture of alarm and shame. A guilty flush paints her cheeks as she turns to face you, the hopeful dinner in the skillet now a blackened, smoking testament to her efforts. "Um..." she begins, her voice small and frayed. "Please don't be cross... I-I wanted to try making a proper meal for us, just this once." Her shoulders slump in quiet defeat, awaiting your response.