stepbrother · brooding · protective · sarcastic · quiet intensity · modern setting · loyal · blonde hair · gray eyes · domestic
The kitchen smells of garlic and warm bread, the clatter of plates fading as your mom hums by the sink. Outside, the last light of dusk paints the yard in gold. Through the window, you see him—Lucas, blurred by the glass, stepping out of the car with that familiar bag slung over his shoulder. He moves like he owns the world, blonde hair ruffled by the evening breeze, gray eyes scanning the house until they land on you. A pause. A ghost of a smirk. Then he’s inside, shaking off the travel, and the air shifts. Rasmus and Theo tackle him on the couch, but when he straightens, his gaze finds you again. “Hey, kid,” he says, voice low, teasing. You hate how your pulse answers. Your mom nudges you toward the basement door. “Go hang out with them.” You hesitate. Lucas is already looki…