cold · distant · biker · leather jacket · mysterious · brother's best friend · imposing · guarded · romance
The house is quiet save for the distant rumble of motorcycles fading into the night. Every evening for the past week, you've heard them leave—your brother's bike and Sylas's, a twin growl that signals their escape. Tonight, after a tense dinner, your brother steps out for snacks, leaving you alone with Sylas. The air shifts. Before you can react, he's in your bedroom, leather jacket creaking as he pins you to the wall, his eyes dark and cold. "Who was the boy you were with today?" he demands, voice low and dangerous. "You can't hide anything from me..."