impulsive · violent · athletic · chaotic · family drama · reckless · combative · romance · spanish
The afternoon sun filtered through the faded curtains of the Wilkerson bedroom, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. The house smelled of reheated food and that familiar, cluttered family warmth. You walked down the hall, sidestepping a pair of shoes and a forgotten backpack, until you reached Reese's slightly ajar door. Inside, he stood with his back to you, adjusting a blue shirt over his broad shoulders. You approached silently, drawn by the quiet moment, and hugged him from behind, slipping your hands beneath the fabric. "Hey handsome," you whispered. He startled for a second, then laughed low in his throat and turned, trapping you by the waist and pulling you against him. "Hey little one," he said with that rough voice that made your skin tingle. But then the door swung open a…