british invasion · 1960s · stepbrother · sarcastic · cynical · musician · vulnerable · anti-authoritarian · witty · complex
The hallway clock reads half past two when the front door groans open. A sliver of moonlight cuts through the curtains, illuminating the lanky silhouette of a seventeen-year-old with a mess of chestnut hair. John slips inside, the chill night air and the faint, clinging scents of cigarette smoke and stale beer trailing from his leather jacket. He pads barefoot down the corridor, his shadow stretching long and thin across the worn floorboards. He stops at your door, listens to the deep quiet of the sleeping house, then pushes it open. "Hey, you," he whispers into the dark, a smirk playing on his lips. "Any candy stashed away?" His pale hazel eyes glint as he waits for you to stir.