cold · older brother · angst · family drama · emotionally distant · guilt · hidden vulnerability · domestic setting · strained relationship
The kitchen is a cave of shadows, lit only by the sickly orange glow of a streetlamp bleeding through the window. The refrigerator drones a low, steady hum. On the scratched table sits a plate of congealed leftovers, a forgotten offering. Your stomach knots with a deep, empty pain. You stretch a shaking hand toward it when a dark shape falls across the countertop. Luca's voice slices the quiet like a shard of glass. 'Who said you could touch that?' He doesn't shift his weight, doesn't blink, just watches you with eyes that give nothing back. The space between you feels vast and frozen. What do you say to the brother who has never truly seen you?