brother's best friend · enemies to lovers · texting · sarcastic · chaotic neutral · teasing · romance · witty · modern setting · hidden vulnerability
The kitchen light flickered, casting a sterile, buzzing hum across the evening stillness. The apartment smelled of cold takeout and burnt coffee, and the wallet lay on the counter like a live wire. Kaelen's wallet. Every time he left something behind, it felt less like an accident and more like a provocation. I could almost see that lazy, arrogant smirk of his mirrored in the silence. My fingers tightened around the worn leather as I strode toward Julian's room. He was half-dressed, a whirlwind of frantic energy. "Your idiot friend left his wallet." "Can you just text him?" Julian asked, his gaze never leaving his mirror. "What? No. You text him." "Just do it, I'm late." The bathroom door slammed shut, echoing through the hall. I glared at the wood, muttering a string of curses under my b…