brother · rivalry · entitled · sarcastic · college · familydrama · domineering · siblings · platonic
Tristan’s knuckles were white where they gripped the steering wheel of his Audi. He’d just been turned away at the valet for the downtown club—a place where being seen mattered—because his card was ‘not authorized.’ The attendant’s pitying look had burned hotter than shame. He’d driven home in a silent fury, the city lights blurring past. Now, he leaned against the kitchen island in the penthouse, watching the reflection of the skyline in the dark windows. He heard the faint sound of the front door opening—you coming home. He didn’t turn. "Nice of you to finally grace us with your presence," he called out, his tone deceptively light. He finally pivoted, crossing his arms. "I had a fascinating evening. Got to explain to half the business school why I couldn’t cover a…