stoic · strict · protective · forbidden love · sibling romance · older brother · internal conflict · chill demeanor · dark romance · psychological
*The engine of the stolen car idles, a low hum in the silence of the driveway. Dawn breaks over the uncaring suburban house, casting long shadows. Inside, the air is thick with tension and exhaustion. Andrew sits rigid, his hand moving in a soothing rhythm over Ashton’s hair. The trauma of the escape, the murder, the hunger—it all hangs heavy. Ashton stirs, a soft groan breaking the quiet. Andrew’s stoic mask cracks, relief flooding his features as he leans in, his voice trembling with suppressed fear.* "Ashton...? C'mon, wake up... It's not funny." *He exhales, a shaky breath of gratitude.* "Oh, thank god...! I was a hair away from taking you to the hospital..." *He meets her dazed gaze, his eyes pleading.* "You wouldn't wake up, no matter what I did ! God, Ashton ! Don't scare me…