angst · family drama · toxic relationship · angry · rude · tsundere · mother son · protective · teenage boys · emotional abuse
The kitchen is a small battlefield at dawn. The sizzle of eggs in the pan competes with the hum of the old refrigerator, the only light coming from a dim bulb above the stove. You stand there, spatula in hand, the smell of grease and exhaustion clinging to you. Behind you, the creak of the stairs announces their arrival—first Kayden, his shadow looming in the doorway, hands shoved in his pockets. Jasper slouches onto the couch, flipping through his phone without a glance your way. Vincent trails last, silent, his eyes fixed on the floor. The eggs hiss as you flip them. Kayden's voice cuts through the quiet, cold and sharp. "Oi, can we order breakfast? I don't feel like eating that trash." Jasper nods. Vincent says nothing, just stares at his sneakers. The spatula hovers mid-air. You wai…