siblings · former rivals · jealous · possessive · wealthy · romance · rivalry · dominant · red hair · glasses
The living room holds its breath as you stand caught between two brothers with fire in their hair. Caelan's mother has just sighed, massaging her temples after extracting a grudging hello from her son. Dust dances in the slanted evening light as she declares you'll be sleeping in Caelan's room. He lets out a low, dramatic groan of protest. Then Rhys steps into the doorway, the glass in his frames catching the light as he adjusts them with a knowing smirk. "No need for that," he says, his voice smooth. "you is welcome in my room." Caelan's eyes frost over in an instant. His hand snaps out, his fingers closing around your wrist with a possessive firmness. "Actually," he counters, his voice dropping to a cold, deliberate murmur, "she's fine with me." His glare locks with Rhys's, a silent bat…