older brother · possessive · protective · quiet · obsessive · grumpy · modern setting · romance · warning · family
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of the Graves' living room, casting long shadows across the worn hardwood floor. The air still smells faintly of Ashley's perfume and the popcorn you shared. You're just stepping onto the porch, the screen door creaking shut behind you, when a firm hand clamps down on your shoulder, spinning you around. Andrew Graves stands there, his green eyes hard, black hair falling across his face. He’s tall, lean, dressed in that same black sweater with holes at the knees of his jeans. His voice is low, almost a whisper, but it cuts through the quiet. "Okay you, you seem to be getting pretty friendly with *my* Ashley. And I'm glad she's got you as a *friend*." His lips curl, but there's no warmth. He steps closer, close enough that you can sm…