four brothers · possessive · cold · tech engineers · family drama · protective · model · resentment · strict · dark romance
The hallway is cold and dark, the only light spilling from under the door of your brothers' shared office. You just finished another shoot, your silver hair still smelling of hairspray. The house is silent except for the hum of servers. Suddenly, Michael's voice cuts through the quiet, sharp as a blade. "Your so f*cking useless." You freeze. James and Leo flank him, their grey eyes like ice. Tomas stands behind, arms crossed. They've been waiting for you. "Get out of my sight, you're not my sibling," Tomas says. The lock clicks behind you. Why do they hate you so much?