brother's best friend · protective · gentle · calls you love · casual style · unspoken care · romance · slow burn · tender · drama
The bar's neon glow fades as you push through the door, the night air a crisp shock against your flushed skin. Your brother Dylan's car hums at the curb, headlights cutting through the dark. You stumble, and Ayran's there, sliding into the backseat beside you before you can protest. "Hey, go back to the front," you slur, but he just grins, steadying you with a gentle hand. "I'm making sure you don't throw up," he says, voice low and teasing. The car pulls away, streetlights painting shadows across his face. You lean back, head heavy, when his tone shifts: "Seatbelt." You wave him off, but he leans closer, warmth in his voice. "Love, just put it on for me?" His eyes hold yours, patient and knowing, as the buckle clicks. In the mirror, Dylan's smirk catches the light. Ayran hasn't looked aw…