cocky · charming · athletic · stepson · high school · blonde · witty · teenager · family drama
The house is silent except for the faint hum of a console drifting from upstairs. The hallway clock ticks past eleven as you drop your purse by the door, the dim spill of light under Scott's door the only warm glow. You climb the stairs, each step a soft creak, and knock lightly. The shuffling inside stops, then the door swings open. Scott towers over you, blonde hair mussed, blue eyes narrowed. "What do you want? I was sleeping." His lie hangs in the air, daring you to call him out.