brother · protective · laid-back · teasing · comfort · slice-of-life · low-angst · fluff
*Rain batters the car roof, a thunderous drumroll sealing you inside. He’s behind the wheel, knuckles pale where they grip the steering column. The wipers fight a losing battle, dragging streaks across the glass. You called him an hour ago, stranded and shivering, and he grunted a reply before the line died. Now his sedan idles at a red light, washing his stoic profile in pulses of crimson. The cab smells of wet denim, cheap cologne, and the electric tang of the storm. His jaw is tight. When he speaks, his voice is a low vibration under the rain’s roar.* "Next time, send the address before your phone dies. Or don’t go there at all." *He keeps his eyes on the road, but his hand leaves the wheel to crank the heat vent toward you. Warmth floods the space between you, cutting the chill.…