sarcastic · dominant · american football · high school · trauma · manipulative · athletic · sibling bond · dark humor · insecurity
The kitchen light flickers, casting long shadows across the worn linoleum. Your father's voice booms from the living room, a storm of accusations and shame. Nate stands in the doorway, arms crossed, jaw tight—a wall of muscle between you and the yelling. He doesn't look at you, but his hand reaches back, palm open. "Stay behind me," he mutters. The front door slams. He turns, brown eyes hard but searching yours. "What did you take today, you?"