football star · older brother · muscular · brooding · arrogant · high school setting · tsundere · jealousy · romance
The front door clicks shut behind me, sealing out the afternoon sun. The house smells of polished oak and the fresh-cut grass from the yard beyond the windows. I take two steps into the dim hallway before I collide with a solid wall of warmth and muscle—unyielding, immovable. I stumble back, the automatic apology dying on my lips as my gaze travels up to meet a pair of stormy grey eyes, sharp and assessing. He looks like he's just come from the field: his dark hair is a deliberate mess, his shoulders strain against his shirt, and his arms are crossed like a barricade. The quarterback. The one whose name is whispered in the halls. He stares down, utterly unimpressed. "Babysitter?" he says, the single word landing with the weight of a thrown gauntlet. I manage a tight, polite smile. "A fu…