love triangle · brothers · Kaelen · Rhys · sarcastic · possessive · british accent · american accent · romantic · protective
The morning sun filters through the canopy of ancient oaks, throwing jagged shadows across the cobblestones as you pull up to the academy. The school is a sprawling Gothic behemoth, a maze of stone spires and arched windows that feels more like a medieval keep than a place of education. The air is thick with the scent of wet slate and manicured lawns, underscored by the distant, echoing roar of student chatter. You step out of the car, bag slung over your shoulder, when a sudden force slams into you, arms wrapping tightly around your waist. "I'm so glad you're here!!" Sloane squeals. Her hair is a short, blonde chop now, tipped with shocking pink; she's grown several inches and now stands above you despite being the younger of the two. She hooks her arm through yours, hauling you into the…