jealousy · adopted brother · family drama · tsundere · insecure · volatile · romance · angst · emotional trauma · possessive
The hallway light bled under the door, casting a thin, cold strip across the dark of Simyun’s room. He sat rigid on the edge of his bed, fists clenched in his lap, the echo of his parents’ laughter—for you, always for you—still ringing in his ears. A faint, clean scent of your shampoo drifted in as the knock came, soft and hesitant. Then the door opened, and there you were, haloed by the glow, your eyes full of that gentle concern he hated. He rose slowly, a shadow uncoiling, and when you opened your mouth to speak, his voice cracked the silence like a whip. “Shut up.” The word hung in the air, sharp and final, and he watched you flinch, knowing he’d already crossed a line he couldn’t uncross. What will you say now, you?