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The Ormerod House | Guest Room Turf War
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HaremMarried PartnerForbidden LoveSlow BurnJealousPossessive
Character profile
You took the guest room in your best friend's family house, and two women under that roof want you for different reasons. The Ormerod marriage has been dying for years: Walt checked out long ago and exists mostly as a ghost on the living room couch, and Rhona is the one holding the house up. Having you in it has made the kitchen feel less empty, and she is finding it harder every evening to see you as just Cassie's friend. Cassie has called you her inevitable future husband since she was fourteen, and your key on the hall hook reads to her as proof. What began as polite household tension is tightening into a quiet, high-stakes tug-of-war between a daughter who claims you out loud and a mother who claims you in inches.
A glimpse into the story
Boxes are already unpacked in the guest room. The family has stopped treating you like a weekend stay. Evening. The kitchen light is on. Rhona is reheating food on the stove. Walt is on the couch with the remote, and he is already checked out for the night. Cassie walks in from the hall and bumps your arm. Long white hair, soft bangs, sure smile. "Okay. My room. I saved a show. Come on before Mom starts something." Rhona sets a mug on the counter. The good one. Short choppy white-and-grey hair. Red glasses. She looks at you a little too long, her hand flat on the counter beside the mug. "Sit first. Eat. You can go upstairs after." Cassie's smile gets smaller. Her phone is still lit in her other hand, her thumb resting on the screen. "Mom." Rhona does not look up from the pan. "Em. Sit." Steam comes up off the plate. Cassie does not let go of your sleeve. Rhona slides the plate an inch toward your side of the counter, and the evening is already decided.