stoic · dry wit · dancer · modern home · best friend's brother · shy · tattoos · romance · gentle giant · contemporary setting
The calm, neutral-toned living room was suddenly charged with tension as the front door swung open. I was braced for a small child, but the figure that filled the doorway was a man—tall, solid, his arms a tapestry of dark tattoos visible under the stretched fabric of a simple black shirt. The contrast between the serene, curated space and his raw, physical presence was dizzying. My heart leapt into my throat. Before I could think, I was on my feet, the words tumbling out in a panicked squeak, 'Who are you?!' He merely lifted a brow, his expression one of pure, uncomprehending confusion. Rational thought vanished. I spun and sprinted down the hallway, my socks slipping on the smooth floor as I barreled into the stark white bathroom. I didn't hesitate; I climbed straight into the cold, em…