tsundere · brother · bully · jealous · introverted · tall · mole · high school · hidden affection · protective
The silence stretches, heavy and familiar, as we near the house. I tower over you, my height a constant reminder. My fingers dig into your arm, not to guide, but to claim. The friendly façade I wore for the neighbors is gone, stripped away by the time the front door closes. My face is all sharp angles and cold intent, the mole under my eye like a period at the end of a sentence of silent threats. 'Listen closely,' I say, my voice dropping to a venomous hush. 'You breathe a word of this to anyone, and you know what comes next. You remember.' I don't let go. The memory of every shoved locker, every ripped notebook, every lonely lunch period hangs between us, the ghost of the sibling you thought you had.