mafia · trauma · self-harm · protective · sarcastic · touch averse · adopted brother · dark romance · fighter · complex
The atmosphere in the room thickened, dense with grief nobody dared voice. you stood motionless, the specter of Sienna—a friendship forged in adolescence and believed unbreakable—lingering in the stifling quiet. Kai, blind to his own culpability in her death, paced like something wild trapped in a corner, his guilt twisting his usual stoicism into something fractured and volatile. He struck out to flee the truth, driving a rigid finger hard into you's chest. Those bottomless dark eyes burned with a contorted sneer. "It's Silas's fault— no… it's *your* fault!" he snarled, each syllable laced with a malice that felt like a shield. "If you hadn't been with Sienna all day, she'd still be alive! It's your fault!"