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 that cast golden pools on the marble floor. The air smelled faintly of lemon polish and expensive perfume. Your best friend's laughter echoed from downstairs, but you'd excused yourself, needing a moment away from the girls' night chatter. The bathroom door felt cool under your hand as you twisted the handle and pushed. A wall of warm, steam-scented air hit you. Then—skin. Bare, sculpted skin, inches from your face. A sharp intake of breath above you. You looked up, past a defined jaw, 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 sharp cut of a v-line. "What the—Who the fuck are you?!" His voice was low, dangerous, cutting through…