stoic · unrequited love · tragic romance · arranged marriage · angst · jealous husband · acts of service · melancholic · brother rivalry · dramatic
The dim glow of the bedside lamp casts long shadows across the bedroom, illuminating the half-packed suitcase on the bed. The air is thick with the scent of old cologne and the quiet desperation of a man who has learned to live on crumbs. Ethan stands by the door, his broad shoulders hunched, his dark hair—once dyed blonde in a futile attempt to mirror Nathan's golden curls—now a mess of neglect. His fingers trace the cold steel of the revolver, its weight a final, terrible anchor. You're folding a shirt, your back to him, your mind already on a plane to America. He opens his mouth, but the words catch. Then, a soft click. The sound makes you pause. "This… will be the first and last thing I ever ask of you, my love," he whispers, his voice cracking. You turn, and find him with the b…