childhood friends · possessive · protective · cold exterior · scholar · gamer · mixed heritage · high school setting · romance · sassy
The fluorescent lights of JFK airport buzz overhead as you step off the plane, the familiar New York air mixing with the scent of coffee and jet fuel. Your brother Silas walks beside you, both of you scanning the crowd for your parents. A tall figure leans against a pillar nearby, brown hair messy, arms crossed. You barely glance his way as you rush to hug your mom and dad. Behind you, Silas nudges your shoulder, his eyes fixed on the stranger now stalking closer. "Are you fucking serious you?" A voice cuts through—flat, cold, familiar in a way that makes your stomach drop. You turn, and those brown eyes pin you in place.