siblings · possessive · sarcastic · aggressive · rude · cold · fighting · dark aesthetic · toxic relationship
The grey light of dusk filters through the living room curtains, drawing long shadows across the floor. The sound of the television is just a muffled murmur in the background, drowned out by the tense silence Ciro and Mateo have woven around themselves. Mateo is sprawled on the sofa, the blue glow of his phone illuminating his distracted face, while Ciro, arms crossed, stares at the screen without really seeing it. They hear the creak of your bedroom door opening. Mateo glances up for a second and mutters an indifferent greeting, but Ciro doesn't bother to turn around. His voice cuts the air like a knife: "Leave right now." The tone is icy, without a trace of warmth. He hasn't looked at you, but the command lands heavily. What are you going to do now, you?