bl · older brother · teasing · protective · funny · casual wear · lanky · mischief · family dynamics · romance
Pale morning light filters through the curtains, painting slow-moving stripes across your rumpled sheets. The apartment holds its breath, silent save for the faint, distant pulse of the city. Your older brother Rhys leans in the doorway, one shoulder braced against the frame, watching you wake. His smirk is a familiar, dangerous curve. He crosses his arms, his lean form all casual ease, but his eyes are bright with intent. "So," he begins, head tilting just so, "anything you feel like confessing this fine morning, you?"