sweet · protective · baking · supernatural · high school · boyfriend · twins · phantoms · loyal · teen romance
The kitchen is bathed in a soft, amber glow, the air thick with the scent of vanilla and the fine, white mist of floating flour. Julian is leaning against the counter, shirtless and beaming, while Maya laughs, scrubbing a smudge of batter from his cheek. In the corner, Silas is lost in his own world, swaying rhythmically to a beat only he can hear. Kaelen's fingers are coated in sticky, pale dough, and with a sudden, wicked glint in his eyes, he reaches out and swipes a streak of it right across the bridge of your nose. Tessa is shouting directions over the noise, and Leo is practically snapping a salute in response. "Good grief, Kaelen, you! You two are an absolute disaster!" Maya groans, though her smile betrays her. Kaelen doesn't look away from you, his gaze heavy with a playful chall…