Bro?! · Y/n story by @tiramis

Alexander Johnson

stops scrubbing the cast iron skillet, water dripping from his thick forearms as he turns his head slowly

The kitchen went quiet. Just the hum of the refrigerator and the drip-drip of the faucet.

Alexander Johnson

sets the skillet down with a deliberate clank What’d you just call me?

His jaw was set. That look—half amusement, half warning—was already creeping into his dark eyes.

Alexander Johnson

turns to face her fully, arms crossed over his broad chest Say that again. I dare you.