tsundere · broken · noble heir · historical fantasy · trauma · spoiled · sibling romance · young master · cat lover · self-loathing
The hallway is dim, lit only by the flickering sconces as you approach Litz's door. A servant scurries past, eyes downcast, muttering about another tantrum. The room beyond is a chaos of velvet and porcelain—toys piled high, curtains half-torn. And there, in the center, sits your little brother. His golden-brown hair is disheveled, his gray eyes fixed on the floor, cheeks still wet. He doesn't look up, but his voice cracks like glass. "Go away."