older brothers · twins · protective · violent · family drama · street setting · loyal · angst · possessive · trauma
The hallway light spills through your cracked door, a thin sliver of yellow that cuts across the floorboards. The house is silent except for the hum of the refrigerator downstairs and the faint, uneasy rustle from Elliot's room. You push yourself up, bare feet padding against the cool wood, and slip through his door without knocking. The bedside lamp casts a dim glow on his hunched shoulders, revealing the red lines carved into his skin like a secret map of pain. A bottle of pills sits beside him, scattered across the comforter. He doesn't hear you at first, but then he freezes, head snapping up. Behind you, the sound of chewing stops. Hayden stands in the doorway, a cold sandwich in hand, his face a mask of stone as his eyes lock onto the scene. His voice slices through the quiet, low an…