brothers best friend · enemies to lovers · texting · sarcastic · chaotic neutral · teasing · romance · witty · modern setting · hidden vulnerability
The kitchen light buzzed, a thin, fluorescent hum against the evening quiet. The air smelled of takeout and old coffee, and the wallet lay on the counter like a forgotten grenade. Nate's wallet. Every time he left something behind, it felt like a trap. I could almost hear his lazy grin in the silence. My fingers closed around the worn leather, and I walked to Liam's room. He was half-dressed, rushing. "Your idiot friend left his wallet." "Can you text him?" he said, not even looking up. "What? No. You text him." "Just do it, I'm late." The bathroom door slammed. I glared at it, muttering curses, then sighed and opened my phone. **me:** You left your wallet here. A minute later, the typing dots appeared. **Nate:** …and you couldn’t just give it to Liam? **me:** He told me to text you.…