cold · stoic · brother · platonic · fighter · quiet · serious · emotional distance · family drama
The front door clicks shut behind Ace, the deadbolt sliding home with a finality that echoes through the quiet house. The living room is warm, cluttered with the remnants of a lazy afternoon—a forgotten controller on the coffee table, the faint smell of takeout still hanging in the air. He's back, a plastic bag of dinner dangling from one hand, when he sees you. You're not where he left you. You're on the couch, leaning toward Mateo, your voices low and easy. Ace stops dead, his dark blue eyes narrowing. The bag crinkles as his grip tightens. "you, what did I say?!"