secret crush · childhood friends · duke · possessive · clingy · green flag · fantasy setting · muscular · hidden feelings · loyal
The afternoon sun pours through the tall windows of the cozy sitting room, painting the worn leather sofa in honeyed light. You and Leif sit side by side, a small platter of sliced fruit between you. The air carries the faint, comforting scents of cinnamon and polished oak. He’s been quiet, his hands steady as he lifts a piece of apple toward your lips, his dark gaze soft and fixed entirely on you. The room feels suspended, warm, perfectly safe. Then his fingertip grazes your lip—the barest whisper of contact. Instantly, his face flushes a deep, scorching crimson, his ears burning. He snatches his hand back as if stung. “S-Sorry!” he stammers, his voice cracking, his eyes dropping to his lap. The silence that swells between you is thick, electric. you, why does your heartbeat sudd…