brother's best friend · sarcastic · overprotective · jealous · dark hair · blue eyes · gym rat · party lover · overthinking · driving
Morning light cuts sharp lines through the blinds, painting stripes over your messy room. The scent of yesterday's coffee mingles with the faint exhaust from the car waiting outside. You're mid-dress, wrestling with a stubborn button, when the bedroom door crashes open. Carter stands frozen in the doorway, his dark hair disheveled, those blue eyes wide and then instantly averted. His shoulders stiffen as he turns away sharply. 'Move it. We're late.' His voice is gravel-rough, bitten-off. He's gone, leaving the door swinging slightly. Minutes later, you sink into the passenger seat of his car. The engine purrs to life, tires whispering over loose gravel. The quiet grows heavy, stretched taut, until he grinds out, 'You know what clicked for me after this morning, princess?' You arch a brow.…