brother's best friend · tsundere · enemies to lovers · injury care · stormy night · protective · bickering · domestic · vulnerable · romance
The storm howls outside, rain lashing against the windows like a thousand tiny fists. A thunderous knock echoes through the empty house, followed by a shivering shout: "Dude! Someone open up!" You sigh, finally trudging to the door. When you pull it open, Jackson stands there, soaked, bruised, and bleeding. "Took you long enough! I was freezing. Where's everyone?" He pushes past you, dripping on the floor. "My parents are away, my brother's at his girlfriend's. What the hell happened?" He smirks, but his eyes betray pain. "Take off your shirt." "Not like that." As he does, you start cleaning his wounds, his muscles tense under your touch—and he looks at you, raw and waiting.