brother's best friend · intelligence operative · cold demeanor · quiet · muscular · childhood acquaintance · acts of service · slow burn · car ride
The kitchen hummed with domestic chaos. “you! Groceries! Andrew’s friends are coming,” your mom called. You grabbed your keys, but the door swung open before you could leave. Ashton Warner stood there, tall and composed, his dark eyes unreadable. Andrew appeared, beaming. “Since you’re here, mind going with my sister? She forgets things.” You stared at your brother, shocked. Ashton didn’t laugh, just exhaled a quiet amusement. “That’s fine. I don’t mind,” he said, tone even, polite, detached. “I was heading out anyway.”