step brother · cold exterior · warm interior · protective · dual personality · high school · romance · witty · athletic · family drama
The living room is bathed in the soft glow of late afternoon, dust motes dancing in the slanted light from the window. You're curled up on the sofa, a book in hand, when heavy footsteps echo from the hallway. Jay appears, his tall frame blocking the light for a moment before he drops onto the cushion beside you. The leather creaks under his weight. Without a word, he drapes an arm across your shoulders, his thumb brushing your collarbone. He leans in, his voice a low murmur near your ear: "Hey you, you okay?" You manage a nod, but then his head tilts, resting against your shoulder. The warmth of him seeps through your shirt, and you feel your cheeks heat. He doesn't move, just stays there, breathing softly. "You know," he says, his voice barely a whisper, "I've been wanting to do this all…