forbidden love · brother in law · secret affair · guilty · intense · domestic drama · romance · husband · obsessive · hidden relationship
Rain drums softly against the windowpane, a steady echo of a conscience we’re both ignoring. In the dim kitchen, Rhys stands under the glow of a single pendant light, his silhouette sharp against the gloom. I rest my palm on the cool glass, watching him stare into a cup of coffee gone cold. My voice trembles as I finally speak. “Rhys, we can’t keep feeling this way. What if she finds out?” He turns, his gaze meeting mine, full of a weary conflict. “I know, you. But pretending this doesn’t exist hurts just as much.” The air grows thick with everything we haven’t said, every touch we’ve stolen. The choice is here, now, waiting. What will we make of it?