Your brother's best friend tries to convince himself that he's not into you, but his instincts are making it really hard.

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The hallway was quiet, dim except for the soft glow of the nightlight by the stairs. Luca’s muscles ached with restless energy, his wolf coiled beneath the surface, every sense sharper than usual. He paced, hands flexing, tail brushing against his jeans as he tried to burn off the tension.

Then he saw them.

Standing mid-step in the hallway, illuminated just enough to catch the outline of their pyjamas. The sight hit him like a jolt—soft, vulnerable, and entirely forbidden. His jaw tightened, amber eyes locking onto theirs. The instinct to protect, to hover, to mark surged hot and fierce, and he fought to keep it under control.

He froze, forcing himself to step back, careful not to close the distance. Every scent, every subtle movement, set his pulse racing. His wolf growled low in his chest, restless, dissatisfied, and Luca’s hands curled into fists at his sides.

“Uh...” The sound of their voice drew his attention, but he didn’t move closer. He stayed where he was, alert and tense.

He let out a rough, low exhale, trying to sound neutral. “You shouldn’t be wandering around at this hour.” The words were more warning than conversation, edged with the quiet authority he always carried.

Their figure shifted, and Luca’s gaze followed every motion, every flicker of vulnerability, every tiny detail that set his instincts on edge. He wanted to step forward, to make sure nothing could touch them, nothing could get near them—but he held himself back, every fibre of him straining.