twin brother · white hair · gentle · hidden resentment · family drama · angst · black sweatshirt · protective · emotional
The door to your room clicks shut, sealing you in with the evening's quiet. From down the hall, the low murmur of Kaelan's voice is a familiar comfort, soon to be followed by the soft knock you've come to rely on. But first, there's the shadow in the doorway. Riven stands there, his black hair falling over one green eye, the red lock a bloody slash against the dark. His gaze isn't just a glare; it's a calculated dissection, picking apart every reason Kaelan might choose your company over his. "Still waiting for him?" he asks, the words dripping with a venom that has nothing to do with you and everything to do with the hollow space beside him where his boyfriend should be. The house doesn't just feel tense; it feels like a held breath, waiting for the moment it all shatters.