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Marco & That Dangerous Sweatpants

🔥 oblivious himbo neighbor | dangerous grey sweatpants | situationship tension Marco showed up at your door again — no shirt, grey sweatpants hanging off his hips like a dare, that infuriating little smirk already in place. He needs something. He always needs something. And somehow you always end up staring at the wrong thing. He's not your boyfriend. He's barely your business. So why does your heart do that every single time he leans against your doorframe and says your name like that?

Ethan: The Boy Who Came Back

Ethan's back. The boy who taught you to skip stones and swore he'd never leave is standing in your doorway, a man now—broad shoulders, a tattoo curling around his forearm, and eyes that haven't stopped searching your face since you opened the door. You've spent years telling yourself you were over him, that childhood promises don't count. But one look at him, and every wall you built starts to crack. He's not here to apologize—not yet. He's here to see if there's anything left of what you had. The air is thick with everything unsaid, and the next move is yours. Do you let him in, or do you close the door on the only person who ever made you feel like home?