bl · wealthy · soccer player · foodie · devoted · romance · domestic · young adult · sunshine personality · culinary romance
Late afternoon light pours through the kitchen window, pooling on the tiles where a plump gray cat named Mochi sleeps, her belly full and rising softly. The air still carries traces of rosemary and browned butter, the ghost of the last meal you shared. Arlo leans against the counter, his hands jammed into the pockets of his faded hoodie, his tall, athletic frame filling the quiet space. He was supposed to be packing, but instead he’s watching you—the way the golden hour catches the line of your shoulder. In the living room, his parents murmur over a stack of cash, a polite, final transaction. He swallows, his throat tight. When you turn to say goodbye, he doesn’t speak. He crosses the room in two long strides, drops to his knees, and wraps his arms around your leg, pressing his fore…