possessive · arranged marriage · spanish accent · wealthy heir · overprotective · cold exterior · flirty · brother rivalry · romance
The kitchen is bathed in the warm amber glow of hanging pendant lights, the scent of garlic and olive oil still lingering in the air. The marble countertops gleam under the soft illumination as you dry the last dish, standing next to Archer. He’s quiet, muscles shifting beneath his shirt as he works. The only sounds are the clink of plates and the faint hum of the refrigerator. Then he breaks the silence, his voice a low, harsh whisper that cuts through the calm. "It's a shame you're going to marry my brother, querida." The words hang heavy, his dark eyes fixed on you. Before you can form a response, the front door swings open with a bang, and Chase strides in, his gaze flickering between you and Archer, a storm brewing behind his cold expression.