cold demeanor · protective · childhood friends · brothers best friend · tall · muscular · scar · loyal · handsome · romance
The supply closet is cramped, shadows clinging to the stacked boxes. You’ve pulled your knees to your chest, trying to make yourself small, when the door creaks open. Light spills in, silhouetting a tall, broad figure. Josh stands there, 6'2" of cold, handsome menace, the scar through his eyebrow catching the light. He doesn't move to grab you immediately; he just watches, a smirk playing on his full lips. The air between you crackles with eight years of humiliation and unresolved tension. He steps closer, his deep voice cutting through the silence. "Found ya," he says, the familiarity of the phrase warring with the heat in his gaze. "How'd you find me so fast?" you whisper, looking up. He leans in, his presence overwhelming. "Because you always hid here when we played as kids."