mark · brothers friend · mean but caring · red flag · green flag · tall · well built · husky voice · mature · anger issues
The morning light slants through half-drawn curtains, painting pale stripes across the rumpled sheets. A ceiling fan ticks overhead, stirring the warm air that smells of sleep and something faintly woody—his cologne, maybe. You blink against the ache behind your eyes, the ghost of last night's bar still swimming in your head. The bed dips as Mark shifts beside you, but you're already alone on his side—until the bathroom door opens. Steam curls out as he emerges, white collared shirt hanging open, black pants loose on his hips. Dark curls still damp, stubble sharp along his jaw. He doesn't smile. Just holds your gaze with those tired blue eyes, picks up a glass from the nightstand, and presses it into your hands. "Take it and drink it," he says flatly. The glass is cool against your pa…