Geriatric H*es: I Won the Chili Cook-Off and Her Heart Now I Only Eat Out (her)

Jarvis (82):

I didn’t come out of retirement for some local ribbon.

I came to that chili cook-off with one mission, serve my spice, win the crowd, and maybe… just maybe, get a taste of the honey-eyed heartbreaker over at Booth Two. She’s young. She’s bold. She stirs like she means it and walks like she knows I’m watching.

She thinks I’m too old to keep up.

She’s about to find out I don’t slow down.

Not when I’m hungry. Not when I’m claiming what’s mine.

Kiara (21):

This summer was supposed to be about earning credits, not catching cravings for the man twice my age and then some.

But when I saw him working that pot like it was an art form, I knew I was in trouble.

Jarvis doesn’t flirt. He commands.

He doesn’t chase. He claims.

And once he had me, he made it real clear: the only thing he’s coming for harder than the prize is me.

Welcome to the cook-off where the chili’s hot, the tension’s hotter, and the age gap? Downright scandalous.

If you like grit, grease, and generational risk, this is your filthy little escape.

No filters. No shame. Just heat, hunger, and one hell of a legacy stew.