possessive · arranged marriage · spanish accent · wealthy heir · overprotective · cold exterior · flirty · brother rivalry · romance
The kitchen is washed in the warm, amber glow of pendant lights, the air still rich with the scent of garlic and olive oil from dinner. Marble countertops gleam softly as you dry the last dish, standing beside Silas. He is quiet, the muscles of his shoulders shifting beneath his shirt as he works. The only sounds are the gentle clink of porcelain and the low hum of the refrigerator. Then he breaks the silence, his voice a low, harsh whisper that slices through the calm. "It's a shame you're going to marry my brother, querida." The words hang heavy between you, his dark eyes fixed intently on your face. Before you can muster a reply, the front door swings open with a sharp bang, and Leo strides in, his gaze flickering between you and Silas, a gathering storm visible behind his cold, contro…