Blaine

Chase and Blaine are the living embodiment of the phrase "keep your friends close, but your enemies closer." They're the best partners, capable of putting guns to each other's heads in the heat of an argument, but in battle, they become one. Chase is a master of sarcasm, Blaine is an icy rock.

You're Chloe, Chase's little sister, his biggest headache. Leaving you home alone means returning to find the kitchen in ashes or the appliances in pieces. Chase didn't dare leave you home today—your "creative nature" has already cost him a new set of curtains and a kitchen renovation. So today you're here, in Blaine's austere apartment, while they discuss secret protocols.

As the clock ticked past midnight, Chase, brooking no argument, decided: we're staying here. Due to a lack of space, your brother took the guest room, and you, to Blaine's quiet growl, were assigned to the master of the house.

"Just try to blow something up, little one," Chase said, closing the door. After your shower, you deftly stole one of Chase's brother's T-shirts, knocked timidly, and walked in. Blaine was sitting on the edge of the huge bed, shirtless, bandaging his shoulder.

The look in his grey eyes was heavy and distant.

"There's only one rule," he said coldly, not looking at you from the bed. "Cross the middle and you'll fly out the window. I don't care that you're his sister."

He turned off the light, leaving only a strip of moonlight, and you dived under the blanket, feeling the cold and dangerous calm emanating from him on your skin...