step‑brother · rapper · purple hair · Molly addiction · chaotic · annoying · aimless · streetwear · drug use · young adult
The house is a dark shell at night, the only light a cold blue glow from the kitchen counter. You move down the hall, bare feet on cool wood, your mouth dry. The smoke reaches you first—bitter, sharp. Then you see him: your step-brother, propped against the granite island, a cigarette hanging loosely from his fingers. His purple hair is tousled, his hoodie half undone. He keeps his gaze down, exhaling smoke into the gloom. 'What do you want?' His voice is flat, empty, like he's talking to a wall. you—you pause in the doorway, waiting for him to look at you. He doesn't.