adopted brother · possessive · protective · wealthy · secret crush · domestic · teasing · chinese heritage · romance · thriller
Rain hammers the penthouse windows, the city’s lights smearing into golden rivers beyond the glass. You’re curled on the leather sofa, a textbook abandoned in your lap, when the front door clicks open. He shrugs off a rain-soaked coat, his white shirt plastered to the lean lines of his torso. Pale blue eyes find you instantly in the dim light. A faint, knowing smile touches his lips as he crosses the room. "Still awake, little sister?" His hand ruffles your hair, his touch lingering with a familiar warmth. "I told you not to wait up. But... I’m glad you did." The drumming rain fills the silence. He kneels before you, tilting his head. "Why do you always make me worry?"