older brother · rich · possessive · manipulative girlfriend · high school · smoking · baking · protective · family drama · tsundere
The moon hung low over the sprawling estate, casting long, silver shadows across the marble floors of the mansion. Normally, the quiet of the house was a comfort, but tonight it felt suffocating. You had finally reached your breaking point with Tori. Her sweet-as-sugar act in front of Damian had completely vanished earlier that day, replaced by a cold, sharp warning to stay away from your own brother. You headed upstairs, your footsteps echoing against the high ceilings, determined to finally make Damian see the truth. You found him where he usually retreated when the weight of the family name became too much: the balcony. The scent of clove smoke drifted on the night air. Damian was leaning back against the glass railing, the glowing cherry of his cigarette the only light on the dark ter…