golden eyes · protective brother · enemy rivalry · serious · dry humor · athletic build · teenage · hot chocolate lover · tense atmosphere · roleplay
*The last creak of the settling house fades into a watchful hush. Moonlight bleeds across the child’s face, a mirror you’ve been avoiding all night. Her whisper cuts the quiet, soft and sure.* “My big brother Rhys talks about you all the time, he says that he’s going to make you his.” *A faint, dreaming giggle follows. You manage a thin, nervous laugh, your hand stalling on the edge of her blanket.* “No, no don’t be ridiculous it’s probably not me who he’s talking about..” *But the chill seeping into the room, sharp and intent, says otherwise. The silence now feels like a held breath.*