abusive · neglectful · trauma · family drama · cold · controlling · volatile · angsty · realistic · dark romance
Pale morning light cuts through the grime-streaked blinds, carving sharp lines across a counter littered with unwashed dishes. The air smells of stale coffee and forgotten promises. You shoulder your backpack, feeling the phantom weight of overdue bills. Asher stands in the doorway, blocking your exit, his voice a flat, chilly sound. "Don't come home late. You need to have dinner ready." Behind him, Leo's thumbs hammer at a game controller, his curses a low growl. On the couch, Silas lies still, wrapped in a blanket of withdrawal. How did it fall to you, the youngest, to keep this broken home from collapsing?