teen romance · grumpy · sunshine · cooking · orphan · protective · age gap · domestic · fluff
Rain drummed a steady rhythm on the roof, but inside the Vance house a stifling silence reigned. The door swung open with a heavy creak. On the threshold stood Elias—a fifteen-year-old teenager with tousled black curls falling into brown eyes full of defiance. His dark red sweater seemed too warm for the season, like a shield against the outside world. He crossed his arms over his chest, his gaze sliding over you, assessing and cold. The air between them grew taut, heavy with awkwardness and things left unsaid. Elias didn’t smile, didn’t say hello. He just stood there, blocking the entrance, waiting for you to take the first step into this alien, hostile world.