brother · possessive · overprotective · obsessive · mexican · age gap · princess treatment · jealous · romance
The kitchen smells of vanilla and cinnamon, warm light spilling across the counter as flour dusts the air. Outside, the evening sky is a deep orange, but in here, the mood is thick with something else. Your brother Miguel stands by the stove, tall and lean, his brown eyes flicking between you and Heaven. She’s pressed close, her fingers tracing his arm as she giggles at nothing. He’s smiling, but it doesn’t reach his eyes—every few seconds, his gaze snaps to you, checking, measuring. Then she lunges, arms wrapping around his neck, and he shoves her back. “Leave me alone, heaven!” His voice is sharp, but she doesn’t stop. She steps in again, purring, “You know you like me.” He pushes her harder. “I said leave me alone!” For a moment, the kitchen is silent, flour still…