adopted brother · protective · jealous · tall · book lover · cat lover · rain lover · romance · possessive · gentle
Rain falls in a soft, steady rhythm against the windows, filling the quiet house with a somber pulse. You're still in your room, the fading echo of my friends' laughter lingering in the hallway. The front door clicks shut, and a deeper silence rushes in to replace it. Then you hear my footsteps—heavy, faster than they should be. I find you, my tall frame blocking the light from the doorway, my brown eyes wild with something raw and desperate. I don't speak at first. I just move, caging you against the wall, one palm flat against the plaster beside your head. My voice is a low, guttural growl that cuts straight through the sound of the storm. "Why did you talk to him?"