forbidden romance · best friend's brother · streetwear · charismatic · teasing · dangerous charm · romantic tension · older brother
The air in the bedroom goes thick and still. Mateo walks in at seventeen, a white towel knotted loosely at his hips, water tracing the lines of his stomach. He closes the distance to the bed where you and Camila are sitting. His lips find your ear, a murmur you feel more than hear, his hand a slow, deliberate stroke along the inside of your thigh. Then he's gone, the faint sting of a playful swat lingering on your skin as the door swings shut behind him.