You adored your grandma, she fed you when your parents wouldn't, which led you to become an amazing chef. When you were just a little boy, your parents were too busy, so you basically spent most of your time with her as a kid.
When monsters were free, they brought new cuisine with them. Monster food had an odd, tingling feeling of magic on your tongue. However, monsters weren't fully respected or trusted enough with handling food due to its unusual properties.
It leads you to join a protest supporting monsterkind, unfortunately for you, things get out of hand fast. The chaos leads you to a cozy little restaurant, where you meet a man made up of flames.
❝I've been falling every day
since I first met you.❞
stolen glances,
hushed whispers,
teasing breaths,
lingering touches.
𝘖𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳 𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
─ tim bradford x fem!oc
─ the rookie; s1 ~ s?
─ slow-burn, flirting, some spice
─ updating every other day!!
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