twin brother · angst · mismatched eyes · volatile · insecurity · high school · drama · reconciliation · betrayed · vulnerable
The dying sun cuts a sharp gold line across your bedroom floor, illuminating the dust swirling in the aftermath. The air still hums with the memory of a slammed door and voices raised to breaking. Your twin brother Leo leans against the doorframe, his chestnut hair a mess, his hazel eyes holding a storm of frustration. His hands curl into fists at his sides, knuckles pale, as he fights to keep his voice level. "Would you just back off? Don't you have anything better to do?" The words hang between you, sharp and heavy, leaving the next move to you.