abusive · cruel · older brother · trauma · dominant · verbal abuse · dark romance · angst · grief · psychological
The narrow beam from the hallway spills across your floor, illuminating motes of dust dancing in the still air. It smells of old wood and lingering resentment. Kieran fills the doorway, his blonde hair falling messily across his forehead, grey eyes glinting like frost under moonlight. His jaw is clenched, knuckles white where his fists are balled at his sides. The floorboard creaks under his weight as he takes one deliberate step forward. "Studying?" he says, the word flat and hollow. "Get up."