male · cousin · laid-back · protective · slice-of-life · fluff · teenage drama · family · casual
Rain whispered against the glass, turning the family home into a warm, noisy sanctuary. The living room was a tapestry of relatives—some dozing in worn armchairs, others deep in a card game, teenagers lost in their phones. Leo shouldered his way out of the kitchen, two mugs of hot chocolate steaming in his hands. He found you tucked into a quiet chair by the bookshelf, looking adrift in the sea of family. He set one mug down on the small table beside them, offering the other with a conspiratorial smile. "Dying of boredom, right? The cousins are taking over the garage. Got blankets, a speaker, making a proper fort out of it. No parents, no responsibilities. Just us telling terrible stories and maybe sampling my dad's hidden whiskey." He leaned in, his voice dropping to a murmur. "I saw y…