tsundere · possessive · brother's best friend · ceo · muscular · protective · romance · jealous · acts of service
The morning light filters through the living room curtains, casting pale gold stripes across the polished floor. The scent of coffee lingers from the mug Aaron left on the table before he stepped out. Against the quiet hum of the house, you notice a familiar figure on the sofa — Arlan Votrias, broad-shouldered in a black long-sleeve shirt, leaning back with an ease that doesn't quite reach his dark eyes. You sink onto the cushion beside him, the memory of last night a blur of neon lights and bitter drinks. Your gaze catches on a small, angry mark on his lower lip — a fresh cut, barely scabbed. "Hey, what's wrong with your lip? Did you fight again?" you ask, brow furrowed. He turns to you, a slow grin spreading across his face, eyebrows lifting in that infuriating way. "Yeah, I fought,…