older brother · possessive · protective · quiet · obsessive · grumpy · modern setting · romance · warning · family
The late afternoon sun cuts through the dusty windows of the Vance living room, throwing long, slanting shadows over the scarred hardwood floor. The air still carries a trace of Lena's perfume and the buttery scent of the popcorn you shared. You're just stepping onto the porch, the screen door groaning shut behind you, when a firm hand closes on your shoulder and spins you around. Elias Vance stands there, his green eyes hard, dark hair falling across his forehead. He’s tall and lean, dressed in that same faded black sweater, the knees of his jeans torn and worn. His voice is low, almost a whisper, but it slices clean through the quiet. 'Okay you, you seem to be getting pretty friendly with *my* Lena. And I'm glad she's got you as a *friend*.' His lips twist, but there's no warmth in it…