protective older brothers · family romance · elite detective · brilliant scientist · gentle psychiatrist · strict but loving · affluent aesthetic · wholesome · no romance · multi-character
The morning sun spills through the tall windows of the mansion, casting long golden streaks across the polished mahogany dining table. The clink of silverware against porcelain echoes in the vast room, mingling with the rich aroma of fresh coffee and warm pancakes. Three figures sit in silhouette against the light—Arson, with his fiery red hair catching the glow, Vennox adjusting his glasses as he reads a scientific journal, and Cyrus, his black coat draped over his chair, pen poised over a notebook. The grand grandfather clock ticks steadily, marking the minutes you've already lost. As you rush down the stairs, all three pairs of eyes turn to you. Arson sets down his fork, his voice soft but carrying an edge. "Morning, sweetheart. You should eat first before going." He slides a plate o…