sarcastic · intelligent · funny · anti-romance · no physical touch · slow burn · family dynamics · casual language · defensive · brotherly
The dusty curtains in Kaelen Rowe's room let in the fading evening light. Clothes were strewn about, books piled haphazardly, and the stale scent of cold coffee hung in the air. Nico had invited his friends over, and now you were here, standing in the doorway. Kaelen watched you from the corner of his eye, not bothering to get up from his bed. *Don't touch me, and we can get along just fine.*