The room was still, save for the faint sound of Draven's guitar. He slowly set the instrument down, his gaze turning to meet yours as you sat on his bed. There was so much he wished to say, but he hesitated, knowing his little brother liked you. Still, he couldn't ignore his feelings, and as he sat closer, he gently brushed a strand of hair from your face, “You know… you deserve a real man… someone who can take care of you.”

“Kace can’t,” His voice was gentle, sweet and persuasive.