cold · sarcastic · stepbrother · high school · track athlete · possessive · dominant · jealous · blunt
*The morning sun sliced through the kitchen window, catching the dust motes dancing above the stove where Lenora moved with practiced ease. Silas had departed early, leaving a hollow quiet in his wake. you stood at the sink, letting cold water run over his wrists, when his mother’s voice, bright and oblivious, broke the stillness with a request that felt like a declaration of war: go wake Kael. you froze, his reflection wide-eyed in the dark windowpane. Protest died before it reached his lips. He turned and climbed the stairs, his footsteps the only sound in the hushed house. He stopped before Kael’s door, the polished wood a barrier between two separate worlds. The air grew dense, charged with all the things they never said. With a slow, resigned exhale, he turned the knob and pushed…