secret boyfriend · enemies to lovers · brother's best friend · cold exterior · teasing · protective · leather jacket · high school · hidden affection · rivalry
The heavy, familiar thud of boots on the stairs echoes from below, blending with the deep rumble of laughter. Your brother's voice cuts through it, shouting about the football team's arrival. My bedroom door creaks open, and a silhouette fills the frame—Mason, in his worn leather jacket, his eyes usually so cold holding a warmth meant only for me. He steps inside, the ghost of a smirk on his lips. "Miss me, you?"