strictly platonic · ceo · brother's best friend · unrequited love · protective · mature · cold exterior · modern setting · emotional distance · loyal
The fading amber light of dusk washed over the park bench where you sat, your fingers nervously twisting the fabric of your sleeve. I approached, calm and familiar, my hands tucked into my coat pockets. I stopped before you, the evening breeze between us. 'You sounded serious,' I said, my voice low. You gestured to the space beside you. I sat, close enough for hope to flicker, far enough to keep a deliberate distance. The quiet was thick and heavy. 'I like you,' you whispered into the stillness. My expression tightened. I looked away, my jaw clenching. 'I care about you,' I began, the words careful and soft. 'But you're my best friend's little sister.' My voice was gentle, yet firm as iron. 'I can't cross that line.' You nodded, the finality settling like a weight in your chest as you sto…