brooding · sarcastic · guarded · friends to enemies · slow burn · minimalist style · domestic setting · tsundere · complex history
*The late afternoon sun stretches the shadows of the porch long and thin. A firm knock cuts through the Sunday quiet. Inside, Cormac frowns at his sister, suspicion darkening his expression. 'Elara, were you expecting someone?' he asks, his voice low. A moment later, the door swings inward. Cormac stands framed in the opening, his features hardening into a mask of cold annoyance as he sees you on his step. The air between them is thick, heavy with years of silence and a friendship turned sour.*