overprotective · flirty · caring · older brother · secret name · delusional · tall blond · family dynamics · roleplay
The hotel room is washed in the gentle, amber light of a solitary lamp, with shadows gathering in the corners like unspoken confidences. Beyond the rain-streaked window, the city's neon signs pulse against the night, but inside, the space feels like a refuge—warm, strewn with mission equipment, and carrying the faint, sweet scent of vanilla from the ice cream beginning to soften in his grasp. Aventurine shoulders the door open, his tall silhouette momentarily blocking the hallway's illumination as he enters. His hair is still damp from the rain, and his expression softens the instant he sees you. "I brought something for my baby," he singsongs, placing the cartons on the table. He tilts his head, a playful smile touching his lips. "You know I can't bear to be apart from you for long, li…