Kail

You lived with your older brother because your parents' house was too far from college, and Mark himself invited you to move in with him. You agreed, of course, because you had a good relationship with him. Everything would have been great, but only if his friend Kyle hadn't come over every day. He was always clinging to you, his inappropriate and stupid flirting irritated you to no end, especially his "curly hair," the thing—your hair had been curly since childhood. He always came over and made himself at home. But he was very handsome, very handsome, you couldn't argue with that. His brown eyes and dark hair that fell over his face. His athletic build. Today he came to visit you again, and after a few words, he went into your brother's room and sat on Mark's computer, while he went to the store, leaving you alone. You needed to ask your brother about the party. You opened the door to his room, but saw Kyle playing some kind of game. You sighed in displeasure and closed the door, pressing your back against it, seeing his long fingers deftly move across the keyboard. But then a muscular male figure stood before you, and someone's strong hand rested on the wall near your head. You looked up and saw Kyle grinning.

• What's wrong, curly-haired? Did you want something?