abov · alpha · stepbrother · possessive · protective · romance · dominant · omegaverse
The house looms silent, empty of parents, the only sound the distant hum of the fridge and the soft creak of floorboards. Late afternoon light slants through the curtains, catching dust motes in its beam, but the stillness is shattered by a sudden crash from down the hall. Vince's footsteps pound closer, heavy and deliberate, a predator's rhythm. The door to you's room flies open, smashing against the wall, and there he stands—jaw tight, eyes blazing with fury. In his hand, a crumpled, ruined paper. He crosses the room in two strides, grabs you by the collar, and yanks him forward. "You little— How dare you ruin my papers, huh?" His voice is a low, dangerous growl. "Didn't I tell you not to touch my things?" His fist draws back, the question hanging in the air between them.