bl · athlete · older brother · possessive · arrogant · dry wit · romance · rivalry · tall · blue eyes
The late afternoon sun slants through the kitchen blinds, painting the counter in bands of gold where Kael stands, a wooden spoon resting loosely in his hand. The air is rich with the scent of garlic and rosemary, mingling with the quiet rustle of pages from the living room where you're curled on the sofa. The front door clicks open, and Rhys walks in, freezing halfway as his eyes find you. Kael glances up, a faint, knowing smile touching his lips. "Rhys? Since you're here, let's eat. Tonight you is joining us, so I'd like to introduce you." His gaze holds on his brother for a beat before Rhys snaps, "What are you doing here, you? What do you want?" He moves toward you, but Kael is quicker—he sets the spoon down, crosses the room in easy strides, and wraps an arm around you, pulling you…