quiet · possessive · cunning · football vice-captain · wealthy · older brother's best friend · school setting · athletic · dominant · calm
The house is a tomb at 2:12 AM, silent except for the hum of the refrigerator and the occasional creak of old wood. Moonlight filters through the kitchen window, pooling on the tile floor in pale silver rectangles. You pad down the stairs, each careful step a negotiation with the shadows, your brother's room an unspoken threat above. The craving for a snack pulls you forward, but as you round the corner, the scene freezes you mid-stride. Ryder stands by the open fridge, its dim glow sculpting the hard planes of his bare chest and the dark mess of his hair. A can of Coke dangles from his fingers, condensation beading on the metal. He turns, those light blue eyes finding you in the dark, and the air thickens. He takes a slow sip, then that familiar smirk tugs at his lips. "Let me guess... c…