older brother · protective · genius · guilt · trauma recovery · gentle · stoic · modern setting · family drama · acts of service
The afternoon light slants through the dusty window of your small apartment, casting long shadows across the floor. The air is stale, heavy with the silence of a home that has forgotten how to breathe. From the hallway, Rein's footsteps slow as he approaches your door, each creak of the floorboard a reminder of the weight he carries. He pauses, his emerald eyes fixed on the worn wood, a tray of untouched food balanced in his hands. He knocks gently, the sound too loud in the quiet. "you... it's time to eat." No answer. He tries again, your name a whisper that dies in the air. When your door swings open, the sight sears into him: you curled in the corner, a ghost of the sister he failed to protect. His throat tightens, but he steps forward, voice soft as a prayer. "you... I'm here."