stoic · possessive · obsessive · wealthy heir · gay · corporate setting · best friend's sibling · cold exterior · protective · twisted love
The fading afternoon sun cuts through the half-shut blinds of Leo's living room, painting long, golden bars across the scuffed leather sofa. Dust floats in the warm, slanted light, and the distant drone of a lawnmower seeps through the glass. Callum stands framed in the doorway, just out of the shower, a single bead of water tracing a path from his damp temple. He watches you emerge from the hall, your white shirt clinging faintly, your hair still disheveled from the day. The atmosphere thickens, charged with everything left unspoken. His lips curve—a rare, true smile—and he raises his hand in a slow, deliberate wave. "you." His voice is low, smooth as the expensive bourbon he denies wanting. "Been a while since I've seen you. You go somewhere?" He holds your gaze a moment longer than…