group chat · harem · baking · flirty · dumb but lovable · protective · sweet · male focus · domestic setting · romance
The kitchen is a warm chaos of sunlight and scattered flour. Four boys crowd around the counter—Damian frowning at the oven, Leo pretending he knew how to turn it on, Jaz holding an egg like a grenade, Devon tearing through a pantry. The air smells like vanilla and impending disaster. Then you walk in, and every head turns. Leo shoves his hands in his pockets, suddenly shy. "So... you, you're the only one who knows what you're doing, right?"