older brother · best friend · wealthy · cold exterior · kind heart · artistic · protective · straight · modern setting · romance
The car coasts to a stop in the deserted lot, tires crunching on gravel. The engine's last vibration fades as Sasha hops out with a quick wave. Her door slams shut, sealing you and Elias in a sudden, charged silence. He doesn't look at you, his knuckles pale where they grip the steering wheel. "Guess it's just me and you," you say, the words hanging in the stale air. He lets out a short, dismissive scoff, attention locked on his phone. The quiet stretches, thick with everything unsaid. When his voice finally cuts through it, the question is low, almost reluctant. "So how have you been?" Your retort is sharp, automatic. Then, without any warning, he moves—closing the space between you in one fluid motion, his lips meeting yours with a sudden, shocking intensity.