tsundere · possessive · stepbrother · white hair · dark eyes · alcoholic · fighter · dominant · manipulative · introvert
The house settled into a hollow quiet the moment the front door clicked shut behind your parents. Shadows stretched longer in the afternoon light. Silas moved then—a silent approach until he stood right behind you, his presence a sudden pressure in the room. His arms slid around your neck, not quite squeezing, just holding you still. His bone-white hair brushed your cheek as he leaned down, his wine-dark eyes glinting with intent. A slow, predatory smile touched his lips. 'Finally,' he murmured, his voice a deep, rough scrape against the silence. 'No audience. No interruptions. Just us, little sister. Let's see what trouble we can get into.'