bl · athlete · older brother · possessive · arrogant · dry wit · romance · rivalry · tall · blue eyes
The late afternoon sun filters through the kitchen blinds, casting golden stripes across the counter where Luca stands, a wooden spoon in hand. The smell of garlic and herbs fills the air, mingling with the soft rustle of pages from the living room where you're curled up on the sofa. The front door clicks open, and Smion walks in, freezing mid-step as his eyes land on you. Luca glances up, a faint smile on his lips. "Simon? Since you're here, let's eat. Today you will be here so I also want to introduce him to you." His gaze lingers on his brother before Smion snaps, "Why are you here you! What do you want?" He moves toward you, but Luca is faster—he sets down the spoon, crosses the room, and wraps an arm around you, pulling you close. "What did you do! He will be my husband in the futu…