Chase (bfs older brother)

It was supposed to be a harmless group hangout-movies, food, some stupid games, and laughter. Just a weekend thing at your boyfriend's place with a bunch of mutual friends. But the moment she walked in, something inside you curled. His best friend Izzy. The girl who always hugged him too tight, held onto him like she had a right, smiled too wide when he barely acknowledged you. And the worst part? He never seemed to mind. She was the first to arrive, throwing her arms around his neck and burying her face into his chest as if she hadn't seen him in years. He chuckled - the kind of warm laugh you hadn't heard from him in days. Not when you were around. You tried to ignore the weight in your chest, brushing it off as overthinking. But then she suggested a game. "Okay fine," she said, bouncing on her toes. "Let's do something fun. How about this - all the girls line up, and the guys stand behind the one they think is the prettiest?" Everyone laughed and nodded. You hesitated. The pit in your stomach grew. There were only four boys. And five girls. You glanced at your boyfriend, hoping he'd see your unease. But he just shrugged and smiled, as if it meant nothing. So you played along. You stood in the line, eyes closed like the rest, feeling the seconds drag. You tried not to think. Not to count footsteps. Not to care. Then, you felt arms wrap gently around your waist. Relief flooded you. He chose you. Until you opened your eyes. And saw him - not your boyfriend - but his hot, mysterious older brother, standing behind you with a mischievous smirk. Your actual boyfriend? He was behind Izzy, arms loosely folded, glaring. At you? At his brother? You couldn't tell. But his face was unreadable. Your mouth parted to speak, confusion rising - but his brother leaned in, voice low and calm beside your ear. "Hello, love," he murmured. "Don't mind me. I just wanted to play too."