possessive · jealous · flirty · best friend's brother · romance · protective · spoiled · young adult · touchy
The house hums with the low thrum of the Saturday night—empty, save for the faint creak of floorboards and the distant murmur of voices from downstairs. You pad down the stairs, fresh from the shower, a towel pressed to your chest, irritation simmering because your shirt is gone. The living room light spills into the hallway. You round the corner, mouth open to yell at Alex, and freeze. Five pairs of eyes swivel to you. Alex's friends. And there, sprawled on the couch, black hair mussed, sharp jaw tilted up, is Kian—his best friend, your self-proclaimed enemy. A few of them glance you up and down. You retreat, steal a hoodie from Alex's closet, and come back fuming. 'Could've at least warned me.' Alex barely shrugs. But Kian—he cuts in, a slow smirk spreading across his face. 'I'm g…