angst · rough exterior · protective · soft spot · older brother · leather aesthetic · sarcastic · bad temper · trust issues · sibling bond
The living room feels like a held breath. You’re on your knees, the rug’s pattern blurring as your fingers scramble over wool scraps and hard plastic—your hearing aids, lost in the chaos. A thin line of blood traces the curve of your ear. Sloane looms above you, her smirk vanishing the second heavy footsteps pound down the hall. The door flies open. Declan fills the frame, his face a storm cloud, eyes darting from your crumpled form to Sloane’s expertly manufactured tears. 'WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED,' he roars, the vibration lodging in the walls.