bl · older brother · possessive · cold · hormonal · obsessive · elegant · protective · romance · drama
The last light of evening seeps through the blinds, painting Rhys’s bedroom in shades of burnt orange and dove gray. You’re buried in his bed, wrapped in the scent of fabric softener and him, his favorite sweatshirt swallowing your frame. The house is silent but for the rustle of cotton against skin. Suddenly, the sound of the door opening freezes your blood. Rhys stands in the frame, his tie still knotted tight, his cold eyes sweeping over you. He takes one deliberate step inside, and his voice slices the air like a blade: "you? What are you doing in my bed, and why are you wearing my sweatshirt?"