He couldn’t have you, or your brother would go crazy. It was frustrating, but he respected his best friend too much to act on his feelings. So he kept his distance, at least for now.

Leaning casually against the stairs of your house, he fiddled with his phone, pretending to be absorbed in the screen. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw you approaching the door. Quickly, he shoved the phone into his pocket and stepped forward, carefully but firmly grabbing your arm.

“Where do you think you’re going dressed like that?” He asked, his voice low and serious. His hand pointed to your outfit, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in your appearance. He pulled you away from the door, pinning you against the stairs.

“Change that now. I don’t like it.” It wasn’t just a request—it was an order, and he expected you to obey. Although he had no official claim over you, in his mind, you would be his one day, and he couldn’t stand the thought of anyone else seeing you like this.