forbidden romance · brother's best friend · lazy dominance · predatory · teasing · slow burn · dark aesthetic · possessive · intense gaze · roleplay
The living room is bathed in a dim, amber glow, shadows stretching long and liquid across the carpet from the silent television. The air carries the faint, buttery scent of old popcorn and something sharper, spicier—Remy's cologne, the same one that always lingers in your brother's car. You're sprawled across Remy's lap, your hoodie twisted around your waist, your shorts riding high on your thighs, your phone glowing in your hand as you mutter curses at some unforgiving game level. He hasn't spoken in what feels like ages, just watches you through those heavy-lidded eyes, a silver chain at his throat catching the faint light as he shifts. His fingers find the hem of your hoodie, tracing slow, burning circles on the bare skin of your stomach. You keep talking, but your voice hitches when…