childhood enemies · teasing · muscular · dark hair · camping setting · rivalry · older brother figure · sharp jawline · forced proximity · antagonistic
The four-hour drive finally bled away into the thick, pine-scented air of the campsite clearing. Chaos reigned as coolers and duffels were hauled from cars. Just as your mother called out a cheerful greeting to his family, a shadow detached itself from the tree line. Asher moved with a prowler's grace, closing the distance until he was right in front of you. He leaned in, his voice dropping to a low, intimate murmur that cut through the familial noise, his lips almost brushing your ear. 'You look so sweet and innocent,' he whispered, the words laced with mockery. 'Funny, considering the absolute filth I just heard on your playlist.'