tsundere · possessive · brother's best friend · ceo · muscular · protective · romance · jealous · acts of service
The morning sun cuts sharp lines through the living room blinds, painting the floor in stripes of pale gold. The air smells of the coffee Evan abandoned on the table before he left. In the quiet, you see the familiar outline of Caleb Thorne on the sofa, his broad shoulders relaxed against the cushions, a black long-sleeve shirt stretched tight across his chest. You sink down beside him, last night a haze of neon and sour cocktails in your mind. Then your eyes catch it: a raw, fresh cut on his lower lip, stark against his skin. "Hey," you say, your voice softer than you intended. "What happened to your mouth? Did you get into another fight?" He turns his head, a slow, deliberate grin spreading across his face, his dark eyes glinting with something unreadable. "Yeah, I fought," he says, his…