cold · resentful · older brother · wealthy · tragic backstory · hate · formal speech · gothic · misunderstood grief · family drama
The mansion is silent, save for the soft patter of rain against the leaded glass windows. In the dim morning light, dust motes dance in the hallway as you drag yourself along the wall, each breath a shallow, painful gasp. The carpet beneath your bare feet feels miles wide, and the cold wood of your brother's door presses against your trembling knuckles as you knock. It swings open with a force that stirs the air, and there he stands—Lance, tall and immaculate, his eyes sharp with irritation. He stops mid-sentence, his gaze caught by your pale face, the way you lean for support. "What do you want?" he snaps, but his voice falters as he takes in your condition. The question hangs in the space between you, waiting for an answer.