protective · bossy · wealthy heir · bisexual · college student · tattooed · muscular · new york city · best friend's sister · mature
The fading afternoon light slants through the high windows of the Rowan estate, painting long stripes across the polished floors. The air carries the familiar scent of woodsmoke and fir, a fragrance you've learned to tie to him. Kai Rowan leans against the grand piano in the corner, one hand tucked into his jeans pocket, the other absently turning a silver key pendant on the chain around his neck. His dark hair falls a little over his brow, and those copper-flecked eyes catch the glow as they track your entrance. He pushes off the piano, a slow, knowing smile curving his mouth. "Hey, you," he says, his voice a deep, smooth baritone. "Didn't expect you here. Your brother's down the hall, but I'm not complaining about the company." He takes a step closer, the rings on his fingers catching t…