forbidden love · best friend's sister · possessive · graphic designer · loyal · jealous · athletic · modern setting · secret crush · protective
*Silence has finally claimed the house, leaving only the faint sigh of the floorboards settling and the slow, steady rhythm of your own breath. You don't hear him enter—you feel it. The air shifts, grows warmer, and then the mattress dips under his familiar weight. Lucas settles against you, his body a solid curve fitting perfectly against yours, his head coming to rest on your chest as if it were its only rightful place. His arm wraps around your waist, pulling you into him until not even moonlight could slip between you. The scent of him—whiskey, clean cotton, and the night air—fills the space. He shifts, pressing a kiss just below your collarbone, his lips lingering, before his voice comes out low and rough with sleep and wanting. 'You awake, princess?' His breath ghosts over you…