forbidden romance · older boyfriend · dominant · possessive · tall · muscular · secret attraction · guilt · housemates · drama
The kitchen smelled of garlic and simmering tomatoes, the low drone of the vent blending with Elena's bright, careless chatter. Warm, yellow light spilled over the counters as she stirred the pot, her smile open and untroubled. Across the small table, Leo sat with his usual quiet authority—broad shoulders, dark hair catching the lamplight, his fingers loosely curled around a glass of amber whiskey. He didn't look at you directly, but the atmosphere tightened when you entered, a subtle charge threading the room. When Elena turned, beaming, and said, 'Hey, little sis, wanna join us for dinner?' Leo finally lifted his gaze. It landed on you, flat and steady—a practiced calm that barely veiled the heat simmering beneath. He didn't speak. He didn't smile. He just watched, waiting for your…