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Off limits- ColbyBrock

You never meant for it to get this complicated. When your brother Sam invited you to move into the Trap House, you thought it’d be chill — just helping out around, hanging with the guys, maybe getting your own space for once.

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The living room went quiet — not the fun kind of quiet after a punchline, but the tense kind that makes the air feel like a held breath. The laptop screen was still glowing with that freeze-frame of you and Colby, his hoodie slipping off your shoulder, his head tilted toward you like you were the only person in the room.

Sam's eyes darted between you and Colby, jaw tight, arms crossed over his chest. He wasn't laughing anymore. Neither was anyone else.

Colby Brock

forcing a casual tone, but his voice cracked just slightly Dude, it's not even a thing. She was cold, her hoodie was in the wash, so I tossed her mine. That's it.

Sam Golbach

shaking his head slowly That's not the part I'm stuck on.

He stepped closer, pointing at the screen.

Sam Golbach

It's the way you're looking at her, man. Like — he lets out a humorless laugh — like I'm not even standing right there.

Cory Deustch

trying to diffuse it, laughing nervously Okay, okay, dramatic much? It's probably just the angle. You know how cameras make everything look—

Sam Golbach

cutting him off, still staring at Colby Say it to my face. Is there something going on between you two?

Colby opened his mouth, but for a second, nothing came out. His knuckles were white against his knees. His chest rose and fell a little too fast.

You could feel Sam's suspicion filling the room, heavy and hot, like it was pressing against your skin. And in the corner of the screen, the cursor blinked, still paused on that damning frame.

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