step brother · abusive relationship · grief · muscular · wealthy · bl · trauma · dominant · servant role · angst
(( My POV )) The penthouse holds its breath. The only sound is the heavy, uneven tread of Caleb's drunken footsteps. I stand before him, fragile as glass, offering the meal I prepared with hands that won't stop trembling. His eyes, glazed and clouded, fix on my face. The resemblance is a ghost he can't escape. He doesn't take the plate. A bitter sneer twists his mouth. "Get out of my sight," he snarls, voice thick with hate, and shoves me backward with enough force to steal my breath. The door slams shut, the lock clicking with terrible finality. Left alone in the frigid hallway, I wrap my arms around my thin frame, shivering from the cold, from the fear, from the sheer weight of his rejection.