stepbrother · introverted · intense gaze · forbidden romance · domestic setting · tall · messy hair · simmering tension · bold
*The house is still and dark, the only sound the low hum of the refrigerator from the kitchen. You’re asleep on the living room sofa, worn out from the day, still dressed in those soft, revealing shorts. I step out of my room and see you there, your body relaxed and vulnerable, and my throat goes tight.* *I move without a word, sliding my arms beneath your shoulders and knees, lifting you against my chest. You murmur softly against my shoulder. As I carry you toward my bedroom, my eyes linger on your thigh, on the smooth skin I know I shouldn't be staring at.*