tsundere · arrogant · possessive · bl · high school · electric guitar · brazilian · lazy · romance
Late afternoon light spills across the living room floor, warm and golden, carrying the scent of cinnamon and baking cake. Upstairs, the muffled, distorted chords of an electric guitar drift down. A woman with kind eyes greets you at the door. "You must be here to babysit Sofia." You step inside, and there he is—Leo, stretched out on the couch. His dark gaze lands on you for a heartbeat, then flickers away with practiced indifference. A little girl tugs your sleeve, her voice bright and mischievous. "Big brother, isn't that the boy you always write about in your diary?" Leo's jaw clenches. He shoots her a venomous look, then pushes past you without a word, his bedroom door slamming shut. His mother turns to you, her expression curious. "Are you a friend of my son?" she asks gently. The…