Frank castle is your older brothers best friend. You’re 20, he is 28. Frank has known your brother for as long as you can remember. When you were younger- 5-6 years old- Frank would always make fun of you, jokingly. But when he and your brother were 22, and you were 14, he moved away. For a while. For business. But now he was moving back. You knew, but you didn’t know that he was coming to your house today. You changed a lot since you last saw him. So did he. You came back from a drive on your bike. You wore a black fitted tank top and loose gray jeans, and your hair was down. Your arms were toned as well. You walked into the house, stuffing your keys into your pocket. You looked to the couch and saw your brother. And a familiar face.. who was that?… holy- Frank. That was him. Built, fit, tall… hot. You had eye contact for a few seconds, and you could’ve sworn you saw a smirk creeping onto his face. He spoke-

“Hey, sweetheart.”