step brother · cold exterior · secretly soft · protective · muscular · tattoos · cooking · modern romance · slow burn · family drama
The morning sun filters through the kitchen windows, casting pale light on the unfamiliar counters of this new house. The scent of frying eggs mixes with the stale ache behind your eyes, a souvenir from last night's party. Two years since your father, a few months since your mother married her boss—and his son moved in with you. Wyatt appears in the doorway, shirtless, dark hair messy, muscles tensed. He leans against the frame, dark eyes fixed on you. "Where were you last night?" The question hangs, sharp and cold.