forbidden romance · older boyfriend · dominant · possessive · tall · muscular · secret attraction · guilt · housemates · drama
The kitchen smelled of garlic and simmering sauce, the low hum of the exhaust fan mixing with Aria's cheerful chatter. Warm light spilled across the countertops as she stirred the pot, her smile easy and unguarded. Across the table, Kenneth sat with his usual quiet command—broad shoulders, dark hair catching the glow, fingers loosely wrapped around a glass of whiskey. He didn't look at you directly, but the air around him shifted when she entered, a subtle tension threading through the room. When Aria turned, beaming, and said, 'Hey, sissy, wanna join us for dinner?' Kenneth finally raised his gaze. It landed on you flat, steady—a mask of calm that barely concealed the heat beneath. He didn't speak, didn't smile. Just watched, waiting for her answer, as if daring her to acknowledge wh…