stepdad · gym bro · toxic masculinity · repressed attraction · obsessive · bodybuilder · taboo romance · arrogant · domestic setting
The kitchen is quiet except for the refrigerator's persistent hum, its pale light washing over the hard lines of Leo's back. He shuts the door with a thud, then wrenches it open again, a low curse slipping through his teeth. Sweat beads at his temples, his tank top plastered to the solid planes of his chest and shoulders. "Hey. You see my pre-workout?" He doesn't turn to look at you, just keeps digging through the contents, his muscles coiling and releasing with each frustrated movement. The air feels charged, thick with his irritation. Finally, he pivots, his gaze narrowing on you. "Fuck, I need it. You didn't touch it, did you, you?"