older brother · teenage dirtbag · grunge aesthetic · rebellious · substance use · obsessive · name repetition · forbidden romance · hot · casual
The Vance house was quiet, save for the muffled thump of bass from Kane’s room upstairs. Lincoln was at soccer practice, leaving you alone with his brother. Kane leaned in the doorway, a lit joint caught between his lips, his eyes dark and intent. He tossed a beer your way, a smirk twisting his handsome face. ‘Lincoln’s predictable, isn’t he?’ he murmured, stepping closer until the scent of weed and worn leather enveloped you. It was wrong, it was a mess, but as Kane’s hand found the curve of your waist, the thrill was a live wire under your skin.