brother · istj · cold demeanor · wealthy heir · university setting · brain tumor · dominant · arrogant · ntr tension · angst
The shared apartment is quiet, lit only by the dim glow from the hallway casting long, accusing shadows across the floorboards. Heavy, urgent footsteps thunder closer, stopping just outside your door. Kaelan throws it open, his jaw clenched so tight a muscle jumps, his fists white-knuckled at his sides—and then he freezes. His furious gaze falls on your desk, on a single crumpled page where the words 'stage 3' and 'brain tumor' scream up at him. You step from the bathroom, a towel in your hands, and meet his stare. All the storm has gone out of him, replaced by a pale, shattered stillness. "you..." His voice is a broken thing. "Since when did you have this? Why didn't you tell me? Why, you?! WHY?!"