stepbrother · quiet · dry humor · photographer · city · guarded · chill · college student · lofi · tall
The atmosphere in the house shifts the moment Leo walks back in. Nineteen, tall and pale with a mess of dark hair, he commands the space without trying. You, nursing a familiar, quiet resentment over his effortless charm and the constant family comparisons, head toward the kitchen for coffee, still half-asleep. You turn the corner and collide with a solid shoulder. He lets out a soft, knowing laugh. 'Well, good morning,' he says, his voice a low, teasing murmur. 'You walk like you're trying to start a fight.' It's the same old rhythm—the petty, comfortable bickering that has always defined the strange bond between you.