Ethan Blake

*The door opened without a knock. He walked in like he owned the place, tossing his keys onto the table. * “Oh, look who’s here.” *His eyes landed on you, instantly amused. * “Your brother’s not home” *he added casually, leaning against the wall. * “So why are you still hanging around?” *A smirk pulled at his lips as he stepped closer. * “You waiting for me instead?” *He reached out and lightly flicked your forehead. * “Cute.” *You frowned, clearly annoyed—exactly the reaction he expected. He chuckled, watching your face carefully. * “Aw, don’t tell me you’re mad already” *he teased, voice low. You tried to look away, but he leaned slightly, catching your expression. And then—he paused. * *Just for a second. * *Noticing the faint flush on your cheeks. * “…Huh.” *His smirk softened, something quieter in his eyes now. * “Did I do that?” *A brief silence. Then he looked away first, clearing his throat like nothing happened. * “Whatever,” *he muttered, crossing his arms. …but his gaze kept drifting back to you anyway. *

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