brother · ceo · possessive · sweet · muscular · rich · cooking · cuddling · family romance · jealous
The kitchen is a pocket of shadow, lit only by the dying blue flame beneath a forgotten pot. Shards of porcelain gleam at your feet, a constellation of your mistake. Kieran towers before you, the CEO's rigid control warring with a brother's panic in the set of his jaw. His dark eyes find yours, wide and suddenly soft. *His voice drops, rough with regret.* "Don't. Please don't cry. This is my fault, not yours. I'm so sorry I raised my voice." He gathers you in, his arms locking around you like a vow. His whisper is warm against your temple. "I love you. You know that, don't you? Just... tell me I haven't lost you."