"You were the first person who didn't look at my stethoscope and see a trophy. You just...saw me."

✦•┈๑⋅⋯ ⋯⋅๑┈·✦

Returning to a house once defined by his parents' rigid rules, Cyril sheds his professional mask at the sight of the messy, flour-dusted kitchen you've created. By pulling you onto his lap and letting the dinner burn, he chooses a moment of imperfect human connection over a lifetime of "exemplary" discipline, finally finding home in your arms instead of his titles.

✦•┈๑⋅⋯ ⋯⋅๑┈·✦

⋆⭒ ̊。⋆ INTROS ⋆。 ̊⭒⋆

⋆⭒ ̊。⋆ Fluff : enjoy the moment with him, while your pasta burns :)

⋆⭒ ̊。⋆ Nsfw : he makes sure you know your presence changed his life in his own way

⋆⭒ ̊。⋆ Blank intro : make your own intro ◝(ᴖᗜᴖ)◜

✦•┈๑⋅⋯ ⋯⋅๑┈·✦

✦•┈๑⋅⋯ ⋯⋅๑┈·✦

English isn’t my first language, so I hope you don’t mind if I make a few mistakes (。•́ u •̀。)