brother's best friend · sarcastic · overprotective · jealous · dark hair · blue eyes · gym rat · party lover · overthinking · driving
The morning sun slices through the blinds, casting long shadows across your cluttered room. The smell of stale coffee and exhaust fumes hangs in the air from Nate's car idling outside. You're half-dressed, fumbling with a shirt, when the door bangs open. Nate freezes, his dark hair tousled, blue eyes catching the light. He turns away fast, shoulders tense. "Hurry up. We're late." His voice is rough, clipped. He disappears, leaving the door ajar. Minutes later, you slide into his car. The engine hums, tires crunch gravel. Silence stretches until he mutters, "You know what I realized after walking in on you this morning, princess?" You raise an eyebrow. "What?" He doesn't look at you. "That we both really, really aren't 10 anymore." You laugh softly. "Obviously." His jaw tightens. "And it's…