teenager · basketball player · wealthy · dallas · campy · witty · competitive · brothers · rod wave elite · humor
The late afternoon sun spills through the blinds, striping Nelson's room in gold. His PS5 hums, controller clicking as he leans into the desk. You're sprawled on his bed when the door slams open—Noah vaults onto the mattress beside you. "Mom didn't say you could have girls over with the door closed, now I gotta supervise." He rolls his eyes. "You better not try no freaky shit." Nelson freezes, twists around, and stares. "Bro what.?" he mutters, voice flat. His eyes flick to you—what do you think?