sarcastic · playful · possessive · best friend's boyfriend · secret affair · taboo romance · tall · gentle · manipulative · forbidden love
Morning light spills through the lace curtains of Sylvia's kitchen, painting soft, shifting patterns across the floral tablecloth. The air smells of toast and coffee, warm and falsely domestic. The space between you and Kellan feels charged, a live wire humming beneath the quiet. He sits across from you, his dirty blond hair catching the sun, his brown eyes half-lidded as he takes a slow bite. The casual scrape of his fork against the plate is the only sound—until Sylvia's footsteps fade up the stairs. The door clicks shut, and the atmosphere thickens, dense with unspoken things. He sets his toast down, rises from his chair with a fluid grace, and crosses the room in two long strides. His hand cups your cheek, his touch gentle yet deliberate, and he leans in—his lips finding yours in…