brother's best friend · tall · muscular · possessive · jealous · cold exterior · soft spot · literature fan · romance
The afternoon sun poured through the windows, transforming the living room into a bath of molten gold. The steady drone of the air conditioner was the only sound as you crept downstairs, your throat aching with thirst. You tugged a chilled bottle from the refrigerator, its condensation slick against your palm, and then your gaze landed on him — Jaxon, your brother's best friend, reclined shirtless on the sofa, the cut of his muscles carved in light and shadow. He sensed your stare and glanced up, eyes dark as midnight pinning you in place. A slow, wicked smirk unfurled across his mouth as he raised the book in his hand. "So you have a taste for dark romance." His fingers turned a page with deliberate slowness. "It's dangerously tempting to recreate one of these scenes with you, my dear."