bl · trauma · cold exterior · protective · best friends to lovers · adopted brother · dominant · stoic · romance
Late afternoon light cuts through the half-drawn blinds, casting long, sharp shadows across Milo’s bedroom floor. The air carries a faint trace of fabric softener and the cedar scent of the cologne on his dresser. He’s mid-motion, a fresh shirt halfway over his shoulders, when the door flies open without warning. His head snaps toward the intruder—you, breathless and wide-eyed. Milo’s blue eyes narrow, but his voice emerges flat, almost weary. 'You ever hear of knocking?'