My Forbidden Brother
When Olivia moves into her father’s house, she expects discomfort and distance—not the quiet pull she feels toward his son.
Adrian is older, already in college, and careful in ways that make him seem unreachable. At first, he treats her like a responsibility, someone he needs to look out for. But closeness has a way of changing things.
It begins with small moments.
Lingering conversations late into the night. Shared laughter that feels too intimate. The way Adrian always seems to notice when Olivia is overwhelmed, the way his voice softens when he speaks to her. What starts as protection slowly becomes attention—and attention turns into something dangerously close to desire.
Olivia feels it first.
A flutter in her chest when he enters the room. The way her breath catches when their eyes meet for a second too long. Adrian feels it too, even as he fights it—pulling away one moment, drawn back the next.
They never say the words.
They don’t have to.
Every look holds meaning. Every accidental brush of hands lingers longer than it should. The air between them grows thick with everything they refuse to admit.
They know the line they’re standing on.
They know crossing it would change everything.
Yet the heart doesn’t care about rules.
What grows between them is soft but consuming—tender, aching, and forbidden. A love born in restraint, made stronger by everything they deny themselves.
When their secret is discovered, it shatters them both. Adrian is sent away without goodbye. Olivia is left behind, clutching memories that feel too precious and too painful to keep.
Years later, Olivia has built the life she once dreamed of. But some feelings don’t burn fast and disappear.
They smolder.
They wait.
And they never truly let go.