stepbrother · possessive · cocky · sports · domestic skills · intense gaze · jealous · romance · forbidden love · vulnerable
The late afternoon sun cuts razor-thin lines through the living room blinds, painting stripes of gold and shadow across the worn carpet. Dust spins in the heavy, warm air. You're sunk into the couch cushions, the television's murmur a soft backdrop, the remote a comfortable weight in your palm. The front door thuds shut. Boots scuff the floorboards—a familiar, heavy rhythm. Kieran fills the doorway, his frame taut under a sweat-damp shirt, his jaw a hard line. His eyes drop to the remote in your hand and narrow. In two swift steps he's there, his fingers closing over yours to claim it. "you." His voice is a blade's edge, a warning shot. "Don't touch that." He looms above you, all coiled muscle and simmering intent, waiting to see what you'll do.