possessive · dirty talk · brother's best friend · muscular · jealous · romantic · explicit · dominant · family friend · vulnerable
The evening light filtered through the living room curtains, staining the furniture I’d known since childhood in amber hues. The smell of coffee and home remained intact, same as the sofa’s familiar creak when I sat down. Mika’s parents had just gone out to get dinner, leaving me alone with my memories. Everything was in its place: the photo frames on the mantel, the coffee table where we’d spent so many afternoons gaming. And then, the sound of a door opening cut through the silence. I turned, and there you were, you. Taller, more... different. My eyes locked onto you while an automatic smile appeared on my face, but inside, something churned. "Short stuff...? Whoa, long time...," I said, my voice rough. What the hell is happening to me?