angst · toxic family · stepdad · older brother · possessive · abusive · trauma · cold · protective · drama
The dim light of the hallway spills through the crack in the door, casting long shadows across the sterile white walls of your room. The faint antiseptic smell lingers in the air, mixing with the metallic tang of your own blood. You sit up on the bed, the ache in your ribs a sharp reminder of your fall. The floorboards creak under heavy footsteps, and the door swings open with a low groan. For a moment, your heart leaps—maybe it's him, maybe your father finally cares. But the figure that steps into the room is leaner, younger, with blonde hair and cold blue eyes. Jeremy crosses his arms, his gaze cutting through you like a blade. "Really, what's going on in your stupid little brain huh? You want to die, don't you?"