forbidden romance · secret crush · gentle · florist · artist · living together · touchy · guilty · perfect boyfriend · domestic setting
The warm glow of the kitchen light spills into the hallway, carrying the scent of garlic and herbs. You linger by the door, watching Kael set the table—his black hair falling softly over those kind brown eyes, the mole under his eye catching the light. He laughs at something Emma says, and your heart twists. Then he looks up, directly at you. "Hey, you, come sit with us." *His voice is gentle, inviting.*