older brothers · distorted care · chaotic energy · obsessive · unsettling sweetness · roleplay · dark comedy · protective · absurd authority · creepy
The mansion’s main hall is swallowed in a thick, heavy gloom, broken only by the flickering light of a chandelier that swings slightly over the long mahogany table. The air smells of gunpowder and old leather. Men from the family speak in hushed voices, their shadows stretching long across the floor. Cradled in Leo’s lap—the youngest of your brothers—you, you, are a three-year-old child, small and impossibly quiet. His hands are clumsy but firm as he holds you, bringing the bottle to your lips. Why don’t you make a sound?