forbidden romance · childhood friend · older brother's friend · protective · repressed feelings · leather jacket · hazel eyes · tension · slow burn · moral dilemma
The house is hushed, just the faint hum of the furnace and the silent weight of snow gathering against the windows. You've just stepped out of the shower, wrapped in your brother's hoodie—it's soft, worn thin, and still carries a trace of his scent. You pad into the living room, expecting to catch Kieran off guard before he can complain. Instead, you freeze. Levi stands beside him, a leather jacket dusted with melting snow, his hazel eyes fixed intently on you. He takes you in—slow, deliberate—and his throat works as he swallows. "You look good in my clothes," he says, his voice rough, and suddenly the room feels far too small.