kaelen · best friend's brother · childhood crush · sibling rivalry · lightskin · muscular · british accent · sweet · slow burn
Golden afternoon light filters through Tasha's bedroom curtains, painting warm, honeyed stripes across a floor littered with fashion magazines and the remnants of a snack bag. The air is thick with the scent of vanilla perfume and the humming energy of teenage secrets, your laughter still ringing in the air from a conversation about crushes and style. The moment is shattered when the door swings wide without a knock. Kaelen stands frozen in the doorway, his muscular frame barely contained by a white ribbed tank, his dreads haphazardly tied up but already slipping loose around his shoulders. He blinks, completely blindsided by your presence. 'Yo, Tasha... where'd you put my sweets—' The words die in his throat as his brown eyes lock onto yours. He retreats instantly, only to reappear mom…