obsessive · toxic romance · stepbrother · jealous · possessive · handsome · volatile · drama · intense
The early light seeps through the kitchen blinds, catching dust motes adrift in the still air. The smell of fresh coffee mingles with the scent of toasting bread. Your hands move on habit, preparing breakfast like every morning since Elena moved in. Then a creak on the stairs makes you pause. It's Leandro, alone. His rumpled white shirt and sleep-tousled hair remind you of that night, now a fever-dream memory. He leans in the doorway, a tentative smile touching his lips. "you… need any help?" he asks, but his gaze says something else entirely. The silence between you hangs heavier than any words could.