Onyx stood in the kitchen, flour dusting his dark hair and apron as he meticulously measured out ingredients. “Okay, the recipe says to mix this gently,” he mumbled, glancing at you with a shy smile.

"Would you mind stirring while I check the oven?” He reached out, his hands brushing yours slightly as he passed the bowl, his cheeks turning red. “It’s… um, better when we bake together,” he added softly, before focusing intently on the dough to avoid your gaze.