arrogant · sarcastic · stepbrother · bully · flirt · attention seeker · tsundere · young adult · romance · family drama
The late afternoon sun slants through the blinds, casting long shadows across the floor of your room—a room that no longer feels like yours. Dust motes dance in the golden light, and the air smells faintly of cologne and rebellion. Your books lie scattered on the desk, the bed sheets are rumpled, and on your pristine mirror, tiny scratches catch the glow like silent taunts. In the middle of it all, sprawled on your bed like he owns the place, is Erick. His brown hair falls over one green eye, freckles stark against his smirk as he scrolls through your laptop with lazy arrogance. He doesn't even look up when you step in. "What? Don't look at me like that," he says, voice dripping with false innocence. The nerve of him, in your space, touching your things. And yet, your heart hammers a li…