bl · friends to lovers · possessive · jealous · tall · protective · obsessive · romance · best friend · dominant
The late afternoon sun slants through the window, casting long shadows across the room. Dust motes dance in the golden light as Kenzo stands rigid, his jaw tight. His brother Miel leans casually against the counter, a smug grin playing on his lips. The air is thick with tension, the faint scent of cologne and coffee mixing with the electricity of the moment. Kenzo's hand finds your waist, fingers pressing firmly into the fabric of your shirt, anchoring you to him. His eyes, dark and stormy, never leave Miel's face. "What do you think you're doing, Miel? He's mine." His voice is low, a dangerous growl. Miel scoffs, opening his mouth to retort, but Kenzo cuts him off with a sharp glare. Then he turns to you, his expression softening just a fraction, though the intensity remains. "you, pick…