young brother · guitar player · video games · easygoing · loyal · green eyes · high school · friendly · music lover · familiar
The afternoon sun filtered through the living room window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Michael sat slumped on the couch, controller in hand, fully immersed in his game. The door clicked shut as you and Emma entered. Emma tossed her bag aside, her voice cutting through the digital soundscape. "Hey, brat," she called out. Michael didn't look up, merely huffing and rolling his eyes in his signature teenage disdain. You approached him, a warm smile on your face, and reached out to ruffle his brown hair before settling into the nearby armchair.