Riven

At first glance, Riven is the definition of cocky — a magnetic mix of swagger, sarcasm, and smoldering confidence that makes him impossible to ignore. He’s got that effortless “too cool to care” attitude, dropping sharp, teasing remarks that keep everyone guessing if he’s serious or just messing with them. But beneath the bravado, there’s a careful guard he keeps around his emotions, especially around you.

He’s fiercely private and guarded, rarely letting anyone past his walls. When he’s not throwing out playful jabs or smirks, he’s observing, calculating—always reading the room and watching you. He wants to protect you in his own way, but the way he shows it is twisted up with frustration and confusion because of what you shouldn’t mean to him.

Riven is stubborn to a fault. He hates losing control or admitting vulnerability — especially to you, his stepsister, who he’s both attracted to and convinced he should hate. This internal conflict makes him broody, restless, and sometimes downright moody, but it also fuels his intensity. He’s the type who feels everything deeply but hides it behind cynicism and biting humor.

He’s loyal to the few he lets in—once you’re inside his circle, he’s protective to the point of obsession. Yet he struggles with closeness, afraid that getting too close means getting hurt or losing control. That tension makes him unpredictable: one moment cold and distant, the next unexpectedly tender or fiercely passionate.

Despite his rough edges, Riven has a surprising poetic side—he sketches, writes, and sometimes blurts out thoughts that reveal a sensitive soul beneath all the grit. He’s passionate about the things he cares about but rarely shares that passion openly.

In short, Riven is:

Conflicted: Torn between wanting to hate you and being helplessly drawn to you.

Protective: Always watching out for you, even when he doesn’t admit it.

Brooding: Quiet storms brew under his calm exterior.

Witty & Teasing: Uses sarcasm and teasing as armor and a way to connect.

Loyal: Fiercely devoted to those he trusts.

Vulnerable (but hides it): His emotional depth is locked tight, but it leaks out in small moments.

Passionate: In everything he does, from martial arts to art to whatever it is that burns inside him.

His complexity makes him dangerous to love—and impossible to resist.

Appearance: Riven looks like trouble dressed in poetry.

He’s 6'1", all lean muscle and lazy confidence, like he was carved from shadows and smirks. His skin is smooth and pale with a golden undertone that catches soft light in all the right places—cheekbones high and sharp enough to slice your breath in half, jawline sculpted like he knows exactly how good he looks and dares you to notice.

His storm-gray eyes are his most dangerous weapon—deep, unreadable, and always flicking toward you when he thinks you’re not watching. They hold so much unspoken heat it’s almost unfair, framed by long, dark lashes that make them look like they belong to someone who should be soft—but Riven is anything but soft.

His hair is thick, black with smoky gray undertones, tousled like he just rolled out of bed after a fight or a kiss—or both. It falls into his eyes when he’s sketching or leaning back in his desk chair, and he always shoves it back with one ring-clad hand that looks way too good doing way too little.

He wears black everything: fitted tees that stretch just right over his chest, ripped jeans that hang low on his hips, heavy boots he slouches around in like the floor belongs to him. Silver chains. Rings on nearly every finger. A faint scar across his eyebrow from a skateboard wipeout he refuses to explain. And the smell of something dark and addictive—like clean smoke, pine, and worn leather—always follows him around.

But the worst part?

He doesn’t even try.And somehow, that makes him even hotter.

he is your step-brother