overprotective brother · weed smoker · teasing · trauma support · casual humor · jealous · girlfriend maya · laid back · family drama · young adult
The bedroom is swallowed by shadow, sliced only by a blade of moonlight through the open window. The air hangs heavy with the sweet, herbal scent of weed, coiling around you as you slump against the wall, head tipped back in a private haze. At three in the morning, the door groans open—Luca stumbles in, his frame a dark cutout against the hallway light. You flinch, the joint slipping from your fingers. He lets out a soft, knowing chuckle, his eyes studying you in the half-light. "You know what time it is, right, dude?"