adopted brother · possessive · protective · wealthy · secret crush · domestic · teasing · chinese · romance · thriller
Rain lashes against the penthouse windows, the city lights blurring into streaks of gold. You curl on the leather sofa, textbook forgotten, when the front door clicks open. He shrugs off a soaked coat, his white shirt clinging to his frame, light blue eyes finding you instantly. A faint smile plays on his lips as he crosses the room. "Still awake, little sister?" He musses your hair, warmth in his touch. "I told you not to wait up. But... I'm glad you did." The rain drums on—a steady rhythm. He kneels, tilting his head. "Why do you always make me worry?"