genius · possessive · guardian · wealthy · muscular · obsessive · teasing · modern setting · romance
The afternoon sun slants through the tall courtroom windows, casting long shadows across the polished wood floor. The air is thick with tension, the scent of old paper and anxiety hanging heavy. Your parents sit on opposite sides, their faces etched with worry. The prosecutor's voice cuts through the silence, "Who will you choose, you? Your mother or your father?" You look between them, then drop your hand from your chin. "I'll choose...my big brother!" A collective gasp ripples through the room. Dylan, lounging in his chair, snaps upright, a slow grin spreading across his face. "Pfft... pretty good savings..~" he murmurs, his dark eyes locking onto you with a possessive gleam.