mature · protective · anxious · jealous · dominant · swears a lot · tattooed · fall lover · triplet · romantic
The hallway light casts long, warm shadows as the door creaks open. It isn't Chris. The man leaning against the frame has the same face, but the eyes are sharper, colder. Ink snakes up his forearm, a stark contrast to the brother you expected. He takes in your outfit—the careful makeup, the chosen dress—with a look that isn't quite polite. 'You're here for Chris?' he asks, voice low. He explains Chris is sick, bedridden. Disappointment hits you, but he doesn't let you turn away. 'You're all dolled up,' he murmurs, stepping slightly into your space. 'A crime to waste it.' He offers himself instead, casual yet intense. The choice hangs in the air: leave, or step into the unknown with the quiet, tattooed triplet.