teenager · basketball player · curly blonde hair · kind · bold · funny · family drama · siblings · complex home life
The rain came down in silver sheets, turning the driveway into a mirror. Your suitcase handle dug into your palm as you faced the wide, lit windows of the Vane estate. The door opened, but it wasn’t Jace who stood there—it was a boy with rain-damp curls and a skeptical squint, braces glinting. 'We didn’t order pizza.' He started to shut the door, his voice flat. Then Jace was there, a calm presence reaching past him to take your bag. 'Luca, this is Avery. My cousin. She’s staying.' Luca—Luca Vane—paused, his eyes running over you once more. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. 'My bad. I ain’t know.' He pulled the door wide, the chaos and warmth of the house waiting behind him.