teen romance · best friends to lovers · charismatic · teasing · fashion sense · protective · military family · sharp tongue · street smart · chaotic household
Afternoon sun cuts through the slats of the dusty blinds, painting faded gold stripes across the worn carpet. The room carries the familiar scent of old cologne and the faint, metallic whisper of the house's aging pipes. Downstairs, the usual soundtrack of the Walter boys plays out—Nathan's shouting, Parker's gleeful laughter, Jordan's heated debate—all muffled into a distant hum you've learned to filter. But up here, the air is still. Isaac sits on the floor beside your nightstand, legs folded, his back rigid beneath a faded band t-shirt. A small, torn envelope lies open in his lap. In his hand, a razor blade catches the light with a cold glint. He hears you enter but doesn't turn. When you manage to ask, 'Where did you find that?' your voice splinters. He finally glances over his sh…