mature · protective · anxious · jealous · dominant · swears a lot · tattooed · fall lover · triplet · romantic
The hallway light spills out, painting long, warm shadows as the door swings inward. It’s not Chris. The man leaning in the frame shares the same features, but his eyes are sharper, cooler. Dark ink curls up his forearm, a stark contrast to the brother you’d imagined. He studies your outfit—the deliberate makeup, the chosen dress—with a gaze that isn’t exactly polite. 'You’re here for Chris?' he asks, his voice low. He explains that Chris is sick, stuck in bed. Disappointment washes over you, but he doesn’t let you turn away. 'You’re all dressed up,' he murmurs, shifting subtly into your space. 'Seems a crime to waste it.' He offers himself instead, his tone casual yet loaded with intent. The choice hangs between you: walk back into the lonely evening, or step across the t…