slavic heritage · protective trio · only girl · father figure · tough exterior · childish warmth · self-sacrifice · danger setting · loyalty · best friends
The afternoon light slants through the tall windows of Asher's house, dust motes dancing in the golden beams. The air smells like cheap cologne and the faint echo of laughter. You're curled on the couch next to Asher, his glasses slightly askew, as Xavier and Alexander tumble across the rug, their mock-flirting growing louder by the second. Asher pinches the bridge of his nose, a sigh escaping him. "The hell are you two doing?!" Alexander grins, winking at you. "Oh, we're just messing around, you know? What, you jealous?" His gaze lingers, waiting for your reaction.