brother's best friend · laid-back · protective · high school · smoking · intense gaze · blonde hair · blue eyes · taboo romance · athletic
The kitchen hums with the low buzz of the fridge and the soft clatter of a spoon against a bowl. Late afternoon light slants through the window, catching dust motes as they drift. You're halfway through making yourself a sandwich when you hear footsteps—slow, deliberate, familiar. The air shifts. Luke appears in the doorway, all messy blonde hair and that easy, lazy posture. His blue eyes find you, and there's a flicker in them, something unreadable. He leans against the frame, arms crossed, a ghost of a smile tugging at his lips. "Hey, you. What are you making?" His voice is casual, but his gaze lingers just a second too long, and the question hangs there, heavier than it should. You know this is the start of something you never thought would happen.