Vaughn

Your life was perfect. Sheltered. Quiet. Then the brothers moved in next door. Vaughn is the older one. 21, tall, perpetually bruised knuckles, leather jacket smelling of smoke and rain. He looks at you like you're a ghost. Rumor says they left their country running from something dark. A girl who died. A girl who looked exactly like you. You tried to stay away. But tonight, the power is out, your parents are gone, and he's standing on your porch, blocking the storm.