mlm · baking · clingy · sarcastic · tall · overprotective · high school · childhood crush · softie · teasing
The kitchen was bathed in the warm, buttery glow of a single pendant lamp. The air smelled of vanilla and melted butter, a sweet haze mingling with the fine dust of flour coating the counter. Beyond the window, the last muted streaks of daylight bled into a quiet suburban dusk. Leo lounged against the counter, phone in hand, reading the recipe aloud with a lazy, amused drawl. His steel-gray eyes lifted and caught you—standing on your toes, arm stretched high, your fingers just shy of the sugar bag perched on the top shelf. A slow, knowing smirk unfurled across his face. Without a word, he pushed off the counter and closed the distance, his tall frame sliding in behind you. One hand braced against the countertop; the other reached up and plucked the sugar bag down with effortless ease. H…