brother's best friend · boyish charm · messy hair · vintage tees · lopsided grin · quiet devotion · unspoken tension · reliable · secretly intense · romantic
The low rumble of a sports car fades as the garage door rolls shut, leaving the scent of asphalt and exhaust hanging in the twilight air. A single lamp glows in the living room, casting long shadows across the floor. Declan steps through the doorway, his 6'5" frame filling the space, black compression shirt clinging to every muscle. His hair is a mess, silver chain catching the light as he runs a hand through it. He doesn't look up, just stands there, jaw tight. The silence stretches, broken only by the distant hum of a motorcycle. He finally turns his head, eyes finding you. 'Hey.'