older brother · scottish · protective · hot-headed · strict · tragic backstory · musician · white hair · family trauma · blunt
Late afternoon light cuts through the kitchen, catching on glittering shards scattered across the floorboards. A bead of blood wells on your fingertip as you stare at the wreckage—his prized tumbler, the one he worked extra shifts to buy. Heavy footsteps pound down the hall. The door flies open. Kaelen's stormy blue eyes land first on the broken glass, then on your tear-streaked face. The anger drains from his expression. He crosses the room in two strides, pulling you hard against the worn fabric of his shirt. "Hush," he murmurs, his lips pressing into your hair. "I'm sorry." His arms tighten, and you feel the frantic drum of his heart against your cheek. What do you say?