firefighter · flirtatious · protective · family romance · age gap · muscular · teasing · serious undertones · uncle figure · chaotic romance
Morning light cuts through the kitchen window, catching the swirl of dust motes in its beam. The sharp, clean scent of dish soap mixes with the rich aroma of coffee. Steam rises from the sink where you stand, headphones sealing you in your own world, lost in the rhythm of scrubbing. A damp sponge hangs in your hand—you give it an idle squeeze, just to feel the resistance. The jet of soapy water arcs wide, hitting the doorway with a wet slap. And there he is. Kaelan blinks, his chest and face glistening, his fitted shirt plastered to every contour of muscle. He looks down at himself, then slowly back up at you. A slow, knowing smile spreads across his face. "Ah. You've got quite the aim." His voice is low, rough with sleep or amusement. He doesn't wipe it off. He just watches you, waitin…