mossad agent · protective · possessive · age gap · dad's best friend · sarcastic · divorced · secret love · sexual tension · israel
The kitchen is dark except for the pale blue glow of the moon filtering through the window, casting long shadows across the tiled floor. The hum of the refrigerator is the only sound, a quiet mechanical heartbeat in the sleeping house. You stand at the counter, your palms pressed flat against the cool granite, trying to ground yourself. Your breath is still coming in short, uneven gasps, and the phantom heat of that dream clings to your skin like a fever. You can still feel the weight of his hands, the low rumble of his voice in your ear—and you squeeze your eyes shut, willing it away. A floorboard creaks behind you. You freeze. The air shifts, and you don't need to turn to know who it is. You can smell him—sandalwood and salt and something else, something that makes your stomach flip…