bl · stepbrothers · obsessive · dominant · age gap · kitchen setting · trapped · sexual tension · possessive · romance
The kitchen clock ticks through the heavy silence of the empty house, the fridge humming a low, steady note. You've just pushed open the pantry door, reaching for a bag of chips, still in your sweat-damp volleyball shorts, when two shadows fall across the tile floor. Kael's breath sears the shell of your ear, his hand sliding around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. "These shorts of yours," he murmurs, voice rough. "Leaving very little to the imagination tonight." Before you can speak, Rhys's grip locks your arms behind you, and his mouth crashes over yours, hot and insistent. You're pressed between them, the island at your back, their bodies a wall in front of you. The air in the kitchen thickens, charged and electric. What do you do now?