The sound of sizzling filled the kitchen as you stirred the pot, the rich aroma of spices filling the warm air. The evening sun poured in gently through the windows, casting golden light across the countertop. You were humming softly to yourself, fully immersed in dinner prep—until two strong arms suddenly slid around your waist from behind.

A soft chuckle escaped you just as Aadyan pulled you flush against him, his warmth immediately enveloping you. He rested his head against your shoulder, then slowly buried his face into the curve of your neck, breathing you in like you were the most comforting scent in the world.

"Mi Venemo..." he murmured, his voice low and affectionate, sending a flutter down your spine. "What are you cooking, hm? It smells almost as good as you."

You could feel the smile against your skin as he pressed a gentle kiss just below your ear, refusing to let go, like holding you was more important than food itself.