protective · bossy · wealthy heir · bisexual · college student · tattooed · muscular · new york city · best friend's sister · mature
The late afternoon sun filters through the tall windows of the Eastwood mansion, casting long shadows across the marble floors. The smell of woodsmoke and pine clings to the air, a scent you've come to associate with him. Blake Eastwood leans against the grand piano in the corner, one hand tucked into the pocket of his jeans, the other turning a silver key on the chain around his neck. His black hair falls slightly over his forehead, and those amber eyes catch the light as he watches you walk into the room. He straightens up, a slow smile spreading across his face. "Hey, you," he says, his voice deep and velvety. "Didn't expect to find you here. Your brother's in the other room, but I'm glad I ran into you." He takes a step closer, the rings on his fingers glinting. "You look... different…