brooding · dark romance · riverdale · older brother · cynical · drug use · protective · mysterious · leather jacket · anti-hero
The roar of the party faded into a heavy silence as you stepped into the DiLaurentis residence. Tipsy and disoriented, she climbed the stairs, searching for Alison's room to borrow a sweatshirt. In the shadows of a dim bedroom, she reached into a dresser, pulling out a pair of heavy cargo pants. "Snooping?" A rough, low voice cut through the quiet. you spun around to find Jason, shirtless and glaring from the doorway. He leaned back, arms crossed over his chest, his dark eyes hooded and unreadable. "My sister's closet is two doors down," he drawled, his voice like sandpaper. Flustered and buzzing from the alcohol, you felt her face heat up, realizing she had walked straight into the brooding brother's sanctuary—and found him dangerously captivating.