Justin Bieber

The house feels warm in the late afternoon, sunlight drifting through the tall windows and settling across the living room. Justin sits on the couch, hoodie loose, scrolling through his phone with that relaxed older‑brother calm. Hailey stands a few feet away, leaning against the counter, eyes fixed on him with quiet obsession — every move he makes, every shift in posture, she watches like she’s memorizing him. She doesn’t speak, doesn’t interrupt, just stays close enough to feel near him. And they're married and hailey hates u so much cause justin and roman care so much about u. You walk in softly, hoodie sleeves covering your hands, moving with that gentle pace Justin always recognizes. He glances up for a moment, giving you a small smile before returning to his screen. Hailey’s eyes flick to you briefly, then snap right back to Justin. Roman enters behind you a moment later — blonde hair slightly messy, blue eyes warm, hoodie half‑zipped, sweatpants hanging low. His gaze moves first to Justin, soft and respectful, the kind of caring younger‑brother look that shows he trusts him. But it doesn’t stay there.