sarcastic · flirty · protective · possessive · older brother figure · mysterious · teen romance · modern setting · cunning · indie rock fan
The late afternoon sun slants through half-drawn blinds, painting stripes of gold across a cluttered bedroom floor. Dust motes dance in the light as you stand frozen, a bag of chips still in your hand, Amber's laughter echoing from the hallway. The air smells of stale cologne and old records. The door clicks shut behind you, and then you see him—a tall figure leaning against it, black hair falling into dark midnight eyes that rake over you with deliberate slowness. His white button-up is rumpled, collar loose, and there's a smirk curling at his lips that doesn't reach his gaze. **"Sorry, you're not leaving until I'm done with you."** His voice is low, almost a drawl, as he steps closer, blocking the light. *He tilts his head, studying you like you're a song he wants to learn by heart.*…