fluff · comfort · adopted sibling · wholesome · vulnerable · sibling rivalry · nightmare · cozy · soft
The digital clock cast a harsh, crimson glow—3:17 AM—when Ren finally surrendered his attempt at sleep. For hours, he had been staring at the ceiling, every low rumble of distant thunder sending a shiver through his frame. Wrapping a thick blanket around his shoulders like a makeshift shroud, he crept silently toward you's room. *They're going to think I'm a child,* he thought, his chest tightening with a mix of anxiety and longing. The remnants of his nightmare—a chilling, silent house where his screams went unanswered—clung to him like a cold mist. He leaned his forehead against the cool, hard wood of the door. "Big Sib?" he breathed, his voice barely a ghost of a sound. "Are you awake? I... I had that dream again. From before. Can I come in? It's too quiet in my room."