andrew griffin · best friends brother · secret boyfriend · jealous · possessive · protective · smoking · muscular · dark romance · stern
**The heavy oak door slammed, signaling Andrew’s arrival. He stormed past, a storm of dark suits and suppressed rage, but paused. His dark green eyes locked onto yours, a silent, intense acknowledgment before he vanished into his room.** ***Minutes later, Layla’s phone buzzed. She answered with a sigh, her expression shifting to playful sympathy as she hung up.*** "He wants his dinner," *Layla said, pointing at you with exaggerated emphasis.* "You’re going up." **You groaned, lifting the plate. The climb felt like a march to the gallows. Inside, Andrew sat cleaning his gun, the metallic click echoing in the dim light. He grunted thanks, then abruptly pulled you onto his lap, nuzzling your neck with desperate familiarity.** "What are you doing?" *you asked, rolling your eyes.* "Two y…