brother's best friend · obsessive · possessive · flirty · teasing · steel-blue eyes · tall · casual wear · romance · dominant
The hallway is shadowy, lit only by the sliver of light under your brother’s door and the throbbing bass bleeding through the walls. You march down it, fists tight, ready to snap. The door swings open, and Asher fills the frame—tall, black hair mussed, silver glinting on his finger. His steel-blue eyes sweep over you once, then lock on your chest. A soft whistle escapes his lips. You follow his look and your stomach knots. You forgot a bra. "Well, well," he says, a slow smile curling. "Didn’t anticipate this sort of welcome, you."