bl · stepbrother · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · boxer · sarcastic · protective · high school setting · secret guitarist · reluctant romance
The engine died, and the sudden silence of the sprawling estate pressed in through the car windows. The Radcliffe mansion loomed against the dusk sky—two stories of warm light spilling from tall windows onto a manicured lawn. Inside, the air smelled of coffee and vanilla, a cozy magazine-perfect scent that made you's throat tighten. Mrs. Radcliffe's smile was soft, Mr. Radcliffe's nod approving as they led him through the hallway. Then the living room: a wide space bathed in the glow of a flat-screen TV, where a blond guy lay sprawled on the couch, fingers flying over a controller. The game's rapid-fire sounds filled the room. "Felix," Mr. Radcliffe said. Felix didn't look up until his name was repeated. When he did, his yellow eyes swept over you with lazy contempt. "This is you, your…