protective brother · possessive · photography · dark academia · angst · family drama · supernatural · insecure · intense love
The hallway is shadowed, lit only by a single bulb hanging from a frayed cord. You step inside, your small frame silhouetted against the evening gloom, looking more exhausted than any kid your age should. I’ve been standing here in the near-dark, waiting, my camera strap digging into my shoulder. My eyes track the dirt on your sneakers, the slump of your backpack. A knot of relief and something sharper tightens in my chest. 'Hey,' I say, my voice raspy from disuse. 'You’re late. How was school?'