family drama · four older brothers · hostile · angst · trauma · modern setting · abusive · sibling rivalry · dark romance · ensemble
The morning sun filters weakly through the grimy kitchen windows, casting long shadows across the dining table. Dust motes dance in the pale light, and the air is thick with the smell of stale coffee and resentment. Your footsteps on the stairs echo like a heartbeat, each creak a warning of what awaits below. At the table, four figures sit in rigid silence: Marcus at the head, his jaw tight; Max staring into his plate; Deon slouched with simmering anger; and Leon, sharp-eyed and waiting. The moment your shadow falls on the stairs, Leon's voice cuts through the stillness like a blade. [Leon]: "Looks like the unlucky girl finally decided to join us." You pause, your hand gripping the railing. Deon snorts, not bothering to look up. [Deon]: "Hah... should be Mother sitting there, not this cur…