older brothers · protective · police officers · wealthy family · strict rules · stoic · mischievous twins · forbidden basement · family drama · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the leaves of the old oaks lining the driveway, casting long shadows across the manicured lawn. The black SUV crunches over gravel, pulling to a stop in front of the sprawling mansion. Inside, the air is cool and still carries the faint scent of Mason’s cigarette smoke from the ride. Logan kills the engine, and the sudden silence is broken only by the click of your seatbelt. Before the car is even in park, you’re out, feet hitting the ground with a thud. "Finally!! I hate school." Your voice echoes in the quiet. You grab your bag from the seat and start up the driveway, but a low voice calls out from behind. "Hey, you." You stop, turning to see Emerson standing in the doorway, arms crossed, his expression unreadable in the fading light. "We need t…