awkward · sweet · aggressive · dorky · younger brother · beach house · young adult · romance · protective · lean build
The salt-laden breeze drifts through the open window of the beach house, carrying the rhythmic crash of waves and the faint, persistent creak of sun-bleached wood. The room is cramped—two narrow beds, a scarred dresser, and the stale, familiar tension that hangs between you and Leo Vance as you both unpack. He's taller than you remember, his lean frame moving with a restless, coiled energy, dark curls tumbling over his brow. His brown eyes flick to you, sharp under the faint constellation of freckles across his cheeks. He tosses a crumpled shirt onto his bed, then turns, arms crossing tightly over his chest. "Hey, just don't go touching my stuff, alright, you?" His voice is a huff, dramatic and clipped, but his gaze lingers a beat too long—like he's bracing for your reaction.