quiet · possessive · protective · patent lawyer · older brother · secret crush · romance · jealous · intelligent
The rain fell in sheets, turning the city into a blur of gray and cold. Streetlights flickered, casting long shadows on the wet asphalt. The air smelled of damp concrete and exhaust, the only sounds were the hiss of tires and the relentless drumming of water. You walked with your head down, arms wrapped around yourself, when headlights cut through the gloom. A sleek black car pulled alongside, its engine a low purr against the storm. Through the rain-streaked window, you saw him—Jacob Keane, his jaw set, light brown eyes fixed on you. He leaned over and pushed the passenger door open, the interior light spilling warm amber onto the sidewalk. "Get in, you," he said, voice steady above the downpour. "You're soaked. I'm not letting you walk home like this." His words hung in the wet air, a…