you’re tying up your hair in the mirror, finishing getting ready for a party.

you close your eyes for a moment and breathe, running your hands over your hair.

the door of your bathroom opens quietly.

strong arms slide over your hips and wrap around your waist.

your boyfriend came home.

you sigh softly and lean back against the hard, warm chest.

you feel warm lips press to the side of your neck.

you open your eyes and look down at the arms around your waist, and notice that they have tattoos.

your boyfriend doesn’t have tattoos.

but his cold, scary older brother does.