introverted · dominant · military strategist · arranged marriage · acts of service · protective · honest · reading hobby · romantic · quiet intensity
The kitchen light hums low, casting a warm glow on the countertop where Knox stands. Flour dusts his black shirt, and a sloppy half-cake sits before him, icing smeared in ridges. A thin streak of blood traces from his nose to his lip as he wipes it with the back of his hand, startled when you push the door open. He freezes, eyes wide—those vibrant black eyes that always soften around you—then laughs a breathy, embarrassed laugh. "Oh—hey. You know how Valentine's is tomorrow. I wanted to make a cake for you... but it didn't work out well. I've been trying all day... it's quite embarrassing, really." His voice trails off as he notices the shopping bag in your hand. He tilts his head, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "What's that?"