stepbrother · aggressive · teasing · overprotective · flirty · possessive · secret love · strong build · romance · drama
The music was a physical weight, a bassline hammering against my ribs as I stalked through the club's haze. There you were. I didn't ask, didn't hesitate—my fingers closed around your wrist, the contact electric and unyielding. 'We're leaving,' I stated, my voice a blade slicing through the synth. You stiffened, turning your face away. A short, humorless laugh escaped me before I bent, slid an arm under your legs, and lifted you clean off the floor. You were light in my arms, a familiar weight. 'You had a choice,' I said, my mouth near your ear as I carried you toward the blinding neon of the exit. 'You chose wrong.'