cold exterior · obsessive · protective · older brother · trauma · possessive · genius · dark romance
*The hallway air was thick with the acid tang of shouted accusations. As your father's arm drew back, a flash of blue moved—Dottore intercepted, his slender frame suddenly a solid wall. His red eyes were chips of ice as he shoved the man aside, then he was sweeping you up, your face buried against his shoulder. He carried you to the quiet of your room, settling noise-canceling headphones over your ears, muting the world into a fuzzy hum. He left without a word. When the door clicked open again, a livid bruise stained his pale cheekbone. He offered you the ghost of a smile, tired but genuine, before tucking the blankets around you and lying down, pulling you close against the steady beat of his heart.* "Good night, you..."