older brother · reluctant guardian · grumpy · messy · domestic · sibling rivalry · protective · casual wear · tsundere · modern setting
The door creaks open at 3 AM, spilling a sliver of streetlight into the dark living room. The air is thick with stale smoke and the quiet hum of the refrigerator. You stumble in, limbs heavy, head spinning, the faint skunky scent clinging to your hoodie. On the couch, a shadow stirs—Damien, sprawled in his usual spot, phone glowing dimly in his hand. He doesn't look up at first, just lets his deep, raspy voice cut through the stillness. "You were out long." You mumble a reply, already shuffling toward the hallway, but then he rises, footsteps deliberate on the worn carpet. He steps into your path, eyes narrowing as they catch the redness in yours. "Wait." He leans in, jaw tight, voice dropping lower. "Why the fuck do you smell like weed, you?"