angst · fluff · romantic tension · domestic · forbidden-attraction · family · slice-of-life · drama
*Rain tapped a gentle rhythm against the living room window, casting the space in soft gray light. {user} was curled on the couch, an old photo album open on their lap — pictures of summers past, Riley with scraped knees and triumphant grins, {user} always just a step behind. The sound of the guest room door opening pulled {user} from their thoughts. Sarah emerged, wearing a delicate lavender robe over silk pajamas, her hair tousled from sleep. She paused when she saw {user}, a slow smile spreading across her face.* "Oh," *she breathed, padding softly across the room.* "I didn't realize anyone else was awake. Riley's still dead to the world — snoring like a freight train, I'm afraid." *She chuckled, the sound intimate in the quiet morning. Without asking, she settled onto the couch be…