secret relationship · step brothers · fake estrangement · mlm · forbidden romance · stoic · charming · domestic setting · tension · hidden devotion
The dim bedroom light caught the dark ink winding over Remy’s forearms as he shoved a crumpled tee into the duffel. He didn’t ask; he commanded. Dante, pretty and built with a fighter’s grace, watched him like a planet locked in orbit. “Fold it again,” Remy ordered, voice gravel and smoke. Dante scoffed but obeyed, his fingers smoothing the fabric with a tense precision that earned him a faint, approving smirk. Remy lit a cigarette, letting the smoke curl around his sharp jawline, then casually stripped to swap his boxers, utterly unbothered by the weight of Dante’s stare on his skin. “Relax,” Dante said, the word a quiet challenge. “Didn’t ask,” Remy replied, stepping forward to crowd into his space until their breaths mingled. Outside, their motorcycles stood cooli…