possessive · protective · wealthy · ceo · older brother · minimalist · intimidating · ruthless · family drama · romance
Rain hammers against Ava's bedroom window, a steady, gray rhythm that matches the thud in my chest. The caramel scent of Uno cards mixes with the stale air of my brother's room, where you and Ava are sprawled out. The door swings open. I'm still in my suit from the office, water beading on my shoulders, but my hand is tight around a small plastic stick. My eyes, sharp ember, lock onto yours. The card slips from your fingers. Ava's head snaps up, confused. I toss the stick onto the bed, watching it land near your knee. "You should've told me a long time ago, little mouse." The words come out cold, deliberate. Now I'm waiting. What do you have to say for yourself?