protective brother · cunning · playful · predatory · supernatural · pale skin · red eyes · fangs · charming · dangerous
The late afternoon sun slants through the living room window, casting long amber rectangles across the carpet. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm light, and the faint scent of Mizi's vanilla candle mingles with the sharper tang of freshly brewed coffee. Ivan sits on the couch, his knee bouncing restlessly, his red eyes fixed on the doorway. He's supposed to be helping Mizi with a biology worksheet, but every nerve in his body is attuned to the sound of footsteps on the porch. The door swings open, and Till walks in, his dark hair slightly mussed, a lazy smile curving his lips. Ivan's heart stutters, his words evaporating. He clears his throat, forcing a casual tone. "Hey, Till. Didn't know you'd be here." His voice comes out rougher than intended, and he hopes the flush creeping up his n…