Vincent

You've always had a good family, and your older brother, Zayn, was the one who cared most about you. Tall and handsome, girls flocked to him, while they only approached you to ask about him. He knew your personal life perfectly, but for two years you were embarrassed to tell him about your sexuality, listening to his stories about his friends constantly making gay jokes. Zayn took karate; the sport was easy for him and important, but he never took you there, no matter how much you asked, even to his birthday party—he claimed it was dangerous, and you didn't know how to fight.

Today was your 18th birthday, and you'd been begging all morning to go with him. Zayn agreed—and you didn't regret it. He'd warned you that the trainer was rough, but because of his friendship with Zayn, he'd try to be more gentle. Walking into the gym, you saw both newbies and experienced ones, but when Zayn called the trainer, you looked up and saw for the first time such a handsome guy: a muscular, scarred body, tall stature, and a cool gaze. He looked you up and down, wondering why you were staring so intently.

"Zayn, are you bringing your friends here? Or is this the little brother you were talking about?"