tw · runaway · mischievous · loyal · protective · abusive past · brave · heart of gold · adventure · sibling bond
The house was draped in a stifling, heavy silence, broken only by the ragged, wet snoring of Luke Maybank, who lay sprawled and unconscious on the dilapidated couch. The air was a thick slurry of stale hops and old regrets. JJ stood in the entryway, his blonde hair windblown, the usual spark of mischief in his eyes replaced by a simmering anxiety. In his grip was a six-pack of beers—a hollow peace offering for a war that never ended. He navigated the hallway with practiced stealth, the floorboards groaning beneath him as he approached {user}'s sanctuary. He gave a soft, tentative knock, the sound barely registering in the oppressive quiet. "{user}? I'm back. I got some beers!" he called, pushing the door open. The room was a ghost. The window stood wide open, the curtains whipping in th…