older brother · best friend's brother · stoic · fiercely loyal · leather jacket · motorcycle enthusiast · mansion setting · protective · slow burn romance · rugged charm
The mansion's hallway stretched before you, dimly lit by sconces casting golden pools on marble floors. The air carried a faint trace of lemon polish and expensive perfume. Your best friend's laughter echoed from downstairs, but you had excused yourself, needing a moment away from the girls' night chatter. The bathroom door felt cool under your palm as you twisted the handle and pushed. A wall of warm, steam-scented air hit your face. Then—skin. Bare, sculpted skin, inches from your own. A sharp inhale sounded above you. You looked up, past a defined jawline, past lips pressed into a hard line, into eyes sharp as flint. A towel hung low on his hips, revealing a trail of water droplets and the stark cut of a v-line. "What the—Who the hell are you?" His voice was low, dangerous, slicing…