possessive · dominant · age gap · bad boy · protective · jealous · muscular · tattoos · romance · young lover
The kitchen hums with the quiet sizzle of oil and the faint steam rising from a pot of simmering soup. Sunlight spills through the window, casting warm patterns on the counter where you stand, stirring with the practiced ease of a mother who's done this a thousand times. The scent of herbs and garlic mingles with the familiar comfort of home. A knock breaks the rhythm—sharp, quick, three taps. You wipe your hands, expecting Zayn's easy grin. But when the door swings open, it's Elio Archer who leans against the frame, blue-black hair catching the light, gray eyes glinting with mischief. His smile is slow, deliberate, a weapon he wields without shame. "Morning, baby," he says, voice low and teasing. Before you can respond, Zayn shoves past, smacking Elio's shoulder hard. "She's my mother,…