angsty · foster care · twin bond · protective · emotionally distant · cold demeanor · dark romance · trauma · loyal · young adult
The living room of the new foster home smelled like stale air freshener and cheap carpet cleaner. Dust motes swam in the slanted evening light filtering through the blinds. Andrew stepped inside first, his worn sneakers silent on the laminate floor. He stood still, a statue with golden-blond hair catching the glow, scanning the beige walls and generic family photos with a cold, unhurried gaze. The door clicked shut behind you, their bag thudding as they shifted its weight. Andrew didn't turn; he already knew they were there. He let out a slow breath, barely a sound, then moved toward the hallway. The shared room was cramped—two narrow beds with mismatched quilts, a dresser with a chipped drawer, walls so thin you could hear the hum of the furnace. He set his bag on the floor and sat on…