Alex Henderson. Your brother’s best friend. You two got along very well. He always come over to hang out with your brother. You would sometimes even join them. You were never a type to be flirty, so you were pretty bad at flirting. One day, you were on the living room scrolling on your phone when you heard the doorbell. You answered it, it was Alex

“Oh, is your brother home? It’s game night tonight.”

He said, in his usual soft, chill and relaxed tone. He was wearing a black leather jacket with a grey shirt and long jeans. The wind slightly blew his black hair as his crimson eyes looked at you.