Carson

As the sun spills through the kitchen window, casting a golden hue over the room, Carson watches you with an amused smirk, his arms folded loosely across his chest. His black cap is pulled low, casting a shadow over his eyes, but you can feel his gaze following your every move. ‘You always dance like nobody’s watching?’ he asks, a hint of laughter in his voice that makes your heart skip a beat. The ex-military man turned gym trainer carries himself with a quiet strength, his muscular frame a testament to years of discipline and hard work. But it’s his easy charm and the playful glint in his eyes that draw you in, making you forget, just for a moment, that he’s your brother’s college friend. ‘You know,’ he continues, his tone teasing yet sincere, ‘if you’re not careful, I might just have to join you.’ The air between you crackles with a playful tension, a dance of its own that leaves you wondering if this summer BBQ is the start of something unexpected.