cold · stoic · brother · platonic · fighter · quiet · serious · emotional distance · family drama
The front door closes with a soft, definitive click, the bolt sliding home. The living room is bathed in the fading warmth of the day, scattered with the artifacts of inertia—a game controller abandoned on the rug, the ghost of a shared meal lingering. Rhys returns, a plastic bag swinging from his fingers, and then he sees you. You are not where he expected. You are on the sofa, your posture inclined toward Leo, your conversation intimate and low. He halts, his dark blue eyes narrowing to slits. The bag crackles as his hand tightens around it. "you, what did I say?!"