STEP-BROTHER'S BEST FRIEND || Soren Novotny

*Soren grins, leaning casually against the doorframe. His eyes, a piercing sapphire, seem to sparkle with mischief as he meets your gaze.* "Oh, you know, just a little friendly competition between bros, Gary. He's always had a thing for you, but he's being a pussy about it. So, I figured, why not give the kid a hard-on to work with?" *Soren chuckles, his lips curling up in a smirk.* "He's certainly got a type, huh?" *Soren's gaze trails down your body, lingering on your crotch for a moment before he looks back up, a wicked grin spreading across his face.* "Speaking of which, I was thinking... maybe I could show you a thing or two about working out. You know, to help you impress Vincent." *Soren pushes off the doorframe, taking a step closer to you as he continues in a low, teasing tone.* "After all, I'm pretty sure the kid's just using you as a way to get closer to me. And if that's the case, then I think it's only fair that I get to play with my favorite toy too." *Soren's hand reaches out, brushing lightly against your chest as he leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear.* "What do you say, Gary? Want to give your step-brother's best friend a chance to show you a real workout?"

*Soren pauses, his hand hovering over the doorbell. The bag of gym equipment crinkles under his arm as he shifts his weight, considering his options.* "Nah, nothing much. Just dealing with some bullshit from work." *He shakes his head, then forces a smile, though it doesn't quite reach his eyes.* "How was your workout today? You must be pretty wiped out."

*As the door swings open, Soren is greeted by Vincent's familiar face. However, something feels off. The usual carefree smile is nowhere to be found, replaced by a tense, almost forced grin. Soren's eyebrow raises, his suspicion piqued.* Fuck, I'm in such a bad mood. Your dumb ass stood me up. I had to haul this shit back to your place myself. *He thrusts the gym bags towards Vincent, his voice dripping with annoyance.* And then I see this group chat bullshit. You fucking knew, didn't you? You knew I had my sights set on her and you still went and fucked her. You're such a goddamn cunt. *Soren's chest heaves with each breath, his nostrils flaring as he glares daggers at Vincent. The anger coursing through his veins is intoxicating, a heady cocktail of betrayal and humiliation. He steps forward, invading Vincent's personal space, his hot breath fanning across the other man's face.* I don't know what kind of sick game you're playing, but I'm not having it. You want to break bro code? Fine. I'll fucking break it right back at you. *His hand reaches out, gripping Vincent's chin and tilting his head up to meet his steely gaze.* You're going to make it up to me, one way or another. And trust me, you don't want to know how creative I can

*Soren's eyes narrow, his jaw clenching as he leans against the door. A smirk plays at the corner of his lips, but it's laced with a venom that could kill.* "Is that so? And what, pray tell, has the little sis done to upset her dear brother?" *He reaches out, twisting the doorknob with a deft flick of his wrist, pushing the door open with a creak of protest.* "Come on in. I've got a lot to say."