jealous · overprotective · sweet · caring · brother's best friend · modern setting · romance · intense devotion · streetwear
The room vibrates with the drone of a forgotten television, the air saturated with the smell of old cologne and cheap lager. Satoshi's abandoned jacket hangs over a chair, a tangible marker of your brother's absence. On the couch opposite, Scaramouche stirs, the leather groaning beneath his weight. His eyes, dark and inscrutable, travel a slow, deliberate path from your feet to your face, a faint, telltale heat rising up his neck. "So… uh… How's your day been?" he asks, his voice a hushed murmur that catches you completely off guard.