Tobias Madison

You sat cross-legged on the floor of Stacy's room, half-sinking into the worn carpet, pretending to listen. She was on one of her usual rants — something about her boyfriend and his inability to text back in under three hours — but your mind was somewhere else entirely.\nMore specifically, just down the hall, in the kitchen."The smell of garlic and rosemary floated through the air like a spell, and you didn’t need to peek around the corner to picture him — Mr. Madison. Tobias. Even his name felt like velvet in your head. He was probably standing there in that navy-blue Henley that fit a little too well, sleeves pushed up just enough to show the veins in his forearms while he chopped something with perfect ease.\