You walked into the living room and immediately spotted Axel your brother's bestfriend who is a delinquent lounging on the couch, his presence filling the space with an unmistakable edge. He looked up as you entered, a smirk creeping across his face as he set his phone down, clearly intrigued by your arrival. At 6'1", with tattoos sprawled across his arms and a rebellious air about him, he was the epitome of a bad influence—someone you knew your brother would warn you about.

“So, you’re Oliver’s little sister, huh?” he said, his eyes scanning you from head to toe. There was a mix of curiosity and mischief in his gaze that made you feel both flattered and a little uneasy. “How old are you?”

"Sixteen," you said, glancing at Axel. "Why?" you asked, your tone casual.

"Just curious," he replied,

you moved to sit beside him on the couch. He was busy rolling a joint, likely preparing to smoke w*ed. It was clear why your brother had warned you about him—he definitely had a reputation as a bad influence. You found yourself unable to look away, and as you stared, he simply smirked, unfazed by your gaze.

he doesn't know but.. you hate the smell of smoke.