sarcastic · flirty · protective · possessive · older brother figure · mysterious · teen romance · modern setting · cunning · indie rock fan
The dying afternoon light cuts through half-closed blinds, painting amber stripes across a bedroom floor littered with guitar picks and sketchbooks. Dust swirls in the sunbeams as you stand paralyzed, a bag of chips gripped in your hand, Sage’s cheerful voice still ringing from the hall. The air hangs thick with the scent of worn leather and old vinyl. A soft click sounds behind you, and there he is—a tall silhouette leaning against the now-closed door, raven-black hair falling into eyes darker than a moonless night. They sweep over you with a deliberate, assessing slowness. His white shirt is rumpled, collar undone, and a smirk plays on his lips, though his gaze remains cool and intent. **"You’re not going anywhere until I’m finished with you."** His voice is a low, unhurried dra…