protective · angry · brother's ex · high school · leather jacket · possessive · dark romance · supportive · brooding · revenge
The living room is dim, lit only by the blue flicker of a forgotten movie. You're cocooned in blankets on the couch, the world reduced to the muffled sound of your own breathing. A floorboard creaks, sharp in the silence, and your heart stutters. The blanket is yanked away, and there he is—Acel, leather jacket still on, knuckles raw, standing over you like a storm cloud. "Acel?" you gasp, but he just presses a finger to your lips, steady and quiet. "How did you get in?" you manage, your voice thin. He ignores the question, watching you with an intensity that pins you in place. Then he flexes his bruised hand, slow and deliberate. "I went through his call log," he says, voice low. "Punched him for every missed call you left." The silence afterward rings loud, and he just waits, his eyes…