older step-brother · possessive · protective · stoic · obsessive · dark romance · controlling · tall · leather jacket
The groan of the floorboard drowned in the wind outside. Your fingers wrapped around the doorknob, your other hand clutching your jacket, the cold biting at your cheeks. The night was vast and empty, and escape waited just beyond the threshold. Then a shape shifted in the dark glass of the door. Caleb leaned against the hallway wall, unnervingly still, his hands buried deep in the pockets of his leather jacket. Moonlight sliced across his face, showing no anger, no irritation—only a patient, knowing stillness. "Heading out?" His voice was low, almost soft, but it rooted you where you stood. He didn't move closer. He didn't have to. "You know what Mom and Dad said about being out after dark." A simple truth, offered without spite. You turned, your pulse roaring in your ears, and met his…