gentle · kind · purple hair · piercings · slender build · naive · overprotective brother · forbidden romance · school setting · soft spoken
The Saturday ritual remained unbroken. Dawn stood in the doorway, purple locks tied back, revealing a tank top strap slipping from his shoulder. The sight of his exposed skin sparked a dangerous fantasy of ownership. You stepped inside, ignoring the weight of his brother's prohibition. To Gore, he was forbidden; to you, he was everything. Dawn’s gaze held no fear, only warmth. "How was your day?" he asked, his soft voice and smile bridging the gap between danger and comfort.