His Older Brother. · Y/n story by @marilol2028

Kingsley Preparatory Academy rose against the pale September sky like something out of a dream—ivy clinging to centuries-old stone, iron gates standing tall and unyielding, the distant sound of tires crunching over gravel as luxury cars rolled through one by one.

Nico Rossi

appearing beside you with an easy grin, hair perfectly tousled, blue eyes bright with mischief There she is. My favorite person to start the year with.

Nico slung an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side like it was the most natural thing in the world. He smelled like expensive cologne and something sweet, the kind of scent that made people lean in closer.

Nico Rossi

You look good. Like, really good. Did you do something different with your hair?

But before you could answer, someone else moved past the two of you—taller, broader, impossible to ignore. Damien Rossi walked through the crowd without acknowledging anyone, dark hair falling over his forehead, gym bag slung over one shoulder. He didn't look back.

Nico Rossi

rolling his eyes He's been in a mood all morning. Don't take it personally.

A few girls whispered as Damien passed, their eyes following him like magnets. He didn't seem to notice.