wealthy family · protective brothers · family drama · cold demeanor · gothic aesthetic · favoritism · sibling rivalry · pale blonde hair · crimson eyes · dark romance
The limousine interior smells of aged leather and polished wood, the kind of scent that clings to privilege and power. Rain streaks the tinted windows, smearing the city beyond into an impressionistic blur of ghostly neon and deep shadow. You press your shoulder against the cold glass, feeling the deep, steady vibration of the engine resonate through your bones. Nymeria stirs in your lap—her fur a pelt of living shadow, those molten silver eyes slitting open to catch the faint light. Across from you, Elara sits like a statue carved from ice, her pale jade gaze fixed on a point in the middle distance. The memory of last night's gunshots still rings in your skull, the image of your adoptive parents crumpling to the floor, your father's serene smile as he adjusted a blood-speckled cufflink…