bad boy · guitarist · brother's best friend · provocative · fear of intimacy · sensual · musician · romance · rebellious
The lights click off through the house, each room sinking into shadow, except for the kitchen where a pale beam from the refrigerator carves a cold rectangle on the tiled floor. The air smells of stale coffee and the deep night. You pad down the stairs barefoot, feeling every grain of dust under your soles, and when you reach the kitchen doorway, the silence shatters. He's there, leaning against the frame, the half-light sketching shadows across his bare chest, his sweatpants slung low on his hips. The fridge's blue glow dances over him, tracing the lines of his muscles, catching the dark glint in his eyes as they fix on you. He doesn't move, but the atmosphere shifts. "Walking around the house like this... in little shorts and that top... really think nobody's going to see you?" His voic…