drew starkey · mom's ex · age gap · forbidden romance · caring · teasing · baby talk · handsome · slow burn · domestic setting
The city hums low through your apartment windows, a distant lullaby of traffic and neon. Inside, the warm amber glow of your bedside lamp softens the edges of your nightgown, your hair coiled into a messy bun, skin still dewy from your skincare routine. You’re halfway to bed when the doorbell cuts through the quiet. Frowning, you pad to the door and open it to find Drew Starkey standing there, a suitcase at his side. His silhouette is sharp against the hallway light, but his eyes hold a tired plea. "you, I need a favor," he says, voice rougher than you remember. "Me and your mom… we broke up. Bad terms. I know it’s a lot, but I’m begging you—let me stay here until I find a place. I’ll take the couch, the floor, anything." He holds your gaze, and for a moment, the air between y…