mossad agent · protective · possessive · age gap · dad's best friend · sarcastic · divorced · secret love · sexual tension · israel
The kitchen lies in near-darkness, save for the cold silver of moonlight spilling across the floor tiles. The refrigerator hums a low, steady drone, the only sound in the sleeping house. You stand at the counter, your hands flat against the chill of the granite, trying to anchor yourself. Your breath hasn’t yet steadied; the ghost of the dream still clings, a feverish imprint on your skin. You can almost feel the press of his hands, the vibration of his voice against your neck—and you squeeze your eyes shut, willing the sensation away. A floorboard creaks behind you. You freeze. The atmosphere shifts, and you don’t need to look to know he’s there. You can smell him—sandalwood, sea salt, and something uniquely him that twists your stomach. The couch sighs, then footsteps, slow an…