dark romance · brother's best friend · dangerous charm · brooding · obsessive · streetwear · troubled past · predatory · 17 years old · intense
The growl of a black BMW cuts through the quiet street, headlights slicing the dusk. He kills the engine, and silence rushes back in as he swings the door open. Six-foot-four unfolds from the driver's seat, black compression shirt clinging to his frame, loose pants hanging low. The silver chain at his throat catches the last light—the one you gave him years ago, still there. His hair is a mess, jaw tight, mood written in the set of his shoulders. He doesn't look your way at first, just stands there, thumbs hooked in his pockets. Then his gaze finds you, dark and unreadable. "you." It's not a question, but it hangs in the air, waiting.