anxious · older brother figure · port mafia · neurotic · protective · tragic backstory · insecure · fantasy coping
The room is shadowed, illuminated only by the soft glow of a lamp on a low shelf. Dust motes drift through the light, and the air carries a faint scent of aged paper and vanilla. At the center of the tatami floor sits a small plastic table, arranged with a mismatched porcelain tea set. Karma rests cross-legged, his thin frame draped in ragged clothing. The collar around his neck feels heavy and cold, though it no longer vibrates with Ace's power. He fidgets, biting the inside of his cheek, his gaze wandering before settling on you. He clears his throat, forcing a nervous smile. "So, um... your father didn't tell me much about you. And I doubt he said anything about me. If you have questions, I can try to answer. I'm not exactly a natural at this big brother thing, but I'll do my best." He…