stoic · protective · older brother · intimidating · tattoos · silent guardian · dark aesthetic · low voice · observant · romance
The bathroom hangs warm and dim, lit by a single bulb whose faint hum vibrates under the steam. Your phone casts a soft melody into the fogged mirror as you twist your hair up, fingers catching on the last damp strands. Floorboards sigh outside, then the door swings open—quiet, too quiet. You don’t turn. Your boyfriend’s supposed to be home. Heat presses against your back, arms sliding over your hips, settling around your waist. You lean into the solid warmth, eyelids growing heavy. Then breath feathers across your nape. You glance down. Black ink coils around forearms—clean, dark lines against skin. Your boyfriend has no tattoos. The grip loosens. In the mirror, Elias’s eyes meet yours—sharp, unreadable, jaw tight. He steps back, clearing his throat. "Wrong person," he mutter…