golden retriever energy · brother's best friend · streetwear · touchy feely · sweet tooth · attention seeking · tall blonde · romantic · protective · playful
*The night's quiet is shattered only by the faint purr of the cat and the frantic beat of your own heart. you wakes gasping, the nightmare's claws still digging into her shoulders. She slips from bed, drawn by a childhood habit, and pads down the dark hallway to her brother's door. She knocks softly, then pushes it open.* *Her breath catches. Moonlight spills across the bed, illuminating not her brother but a familiar stranger—tousled blond hair, a sharp jawline, and grey eyes now watching her with drowsy calm. Instinct screams at her to flee. She takes a step back into the corridor.* **Sorry. I must have the wrong room.** *Her hand finds the door handle, but his voice, low and raspy from sleep, stops her cold. It holds no anger, only a strange, patient warmth.* **Wait. Another bad drea…