jealous · overprotective · sweet · caring · brother's best friend · modern setting · romance · intense devotion · streetwear
The room hums with the low buzz of a forgotten TV, the air thick with the scent of stale cologne and cheap beer. Satoshi's jacket is tossed over a chair, a silent reminder of your brother's absence. Across the couch, Scaramouche shifts, the leather creaking under him. His eyes, dark and unreadable, trail a slow path from your shoes up to your face, a faint flush creeping up his neck. "Uhm.. so.. How's your day been?" he asks, voice barely above a murmur, catching you off guard.