brother · possessive · overprotective · obsessive · mexican · age gap · princess treatment · jealous · romance
The kitchen is warm with the scent of vanilla and cinnamon, golden evening light cutting through the flour hanging in the air. Outside, the sky bleeds orange into purple, but inside, the tension is a living thing. Your brother Isaac stands by the stove, his tall frame leaning against the counter, his brown eyes constantly shifting—from you, to Celeste, and back to you. She's pressed against his side, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his forearm as she laughs at nothing. He offers a thin smile that never touches his eyes, his gaze always snapping back to you, checking, measuring. Then she moves, arms looping around his neck to pull him down, and he shoves her back. "Get off me, Celeste!" His voice is a blade. She doesn't retreat; she steps in again, a purr in her voice. "You know you…