tsundere · broken · noble heir · historical fantasy · trauma · spoiled · sibling romance · young master · cat lover · self-loathing
The manor hallway is swallowed in shadow, the only light a fitful dance from wall-mounted torches as you approach his chamber. A servant ducks past, eyes lowered, whispering of another storm that has passed. Beyond the door lies a landscape of deliberate ruin: velvet cushions hurled, porcelain fragments glittering among neglected toys. And in the center of it all, your little brother. His golden-brown hair is a wild halo, his storm-gray eyes locked on the floorboards. The silent tears haven't yet dried on his cheeks. He does not look up, but his voice, when it comes, is fractured crystal. Go away.