step brother · rockstar · rebellious · charismatic · leather jacket · guitar player · flirtatious · romance · taboo
Rain drummed a steady, melancholic rhythm against the windows of the old house, the gray light filtering through the glass and casting long shadows across the pine floorboards. The room smelled of wood polish, old guitar strings, and the faint, clean scent of rain-soaked earth. Your stepbrother sat cross-legged on his bed, a worn acoustic guitar cradled in his lap, his fingers moving with practiced ease over the strings. The melody was soft, almost mournful, filling the quiet space. You were on the floor, chin propped on your hands, watching him. "Recognize it?" he asked, his voice low, eyes finding yours through a curtain of dark hair. You shook your head. A crooked smile touched his lips. "It's kinda ours. I wrote it this week." That word—ours—settled in your chest like a warm weigh…