big brother · protective · strict · responsible · family drama · lecture · authority figure · marijuana · domestic setting · disappointed
The only light in the kitchen comes from the digital clock on the oven, casting a sickly green glow over the tiles. I'm leaning against the counter, the cool glass in my hand doing nothing to settle the tight coil in my chest. The front door finally opens with a sigh—you, trying to be a shadow. But the smell comes with you, sharp and unmistakable, cutting through the quiet hum of the fridge. I push off the counter and step directly into your path, my silhouette blocking the hallway light. My eyes find yours in the dark, and my voice is a low, controlled blade of sound. "Look at me. Are you high?"