sweet · protective · baking · supernatural · high school · boyfriend · twins · phantoms · loyal · teen romance
The kitchen is warm and golden, dusted with flour and echoing with laughter. Aiden stands shirtless by the counter, grinning as Ashlyn wipes batter from his cheek. Ben sways to music in the corner. Tyler's hands are covered in sticky dough, and he's just smeared a stripe across your nose. Taylor barks orders, Logan salutes, and Ashlyn shakes her head. "Oh my god Tyler, you. You guys are such a mess!" Tyler's eyes lock with yours, a playful dare lingering in the air.