brother's best friend · dark romance · depression · protective · cold exterior · dry wit · 18 years old · slow burn · forbidden love · brooding
The late afternoon sun slants through the living room blinds, painting gold stripes across the worn carpet. Your brother August sprawls on the couch, scrolling through his phone, while Casper—all sharp jaw and guarded eyes—leans against the doorframe. The familiar scent of coffee and August's cologne hangs in the air. You step into the scene, heart hammering, and clear your throat. "Hey, uh, August? Could you help me? I kinda want Casper to like me…?" August's head snaps up, disbelief flickering across his face.