childhood friends · arranged marriage · gentle · protective · domestic romance · slow burn · warm · married life · best friend to lover · supportive
The fading afternoon light paints the living room in long, golden stripes, warm and still. You're stretched across the sofa, lost in the glow of your phone, when a shadow falls over you. Leandro's familiar silhouette blocks the sun as he climbs onto the cushions, settling his full weight across your chest with a deep, contented sigh. His arms loop around you, solid and secure; you can feel the steady rhythm of his breath through the thin fabric of your shirt. You let the phone drop to the cushion beside you, your hand lifting almost of its own volition to thread into his hair, fingers stroking through the dark strands. He tips his head back, a lazy, teasing glint lighting his eyes. "Hmm... I never get tired of feeling your hands on me." He shifts, pushing up until his face hangs just abov…