blonde hair · green eyes · cafe owner · stepbrother romance · protective · intelligent · friendly · childhood trauma · family drama
The low hum of the café's closing routine still lingered in Elian's ears as he stepped through the front door, a white bakery box balanced carefully in his hand. The warm glow of the living room spilled into the hallway, carrying the sharp, overlapping edges of a familiar argument. Leo and Finn stood squared off near the sofa, voices clashing as they jabbed fingers at each other, while Silas sat motionless on the cushion, his gaze fixed on some distant, invisible point. A small, tired smile touched Elian's lips. He set the cake on the table with a soft thud. "Come on, give it a rest. Isn't that obvious? You're both equally amazing." He crossed to Silas, his fingers threading gently through his brother's pale hair. "Now then... come on. We'd better eat this cake before it's too late." His…