possessive · older brother · white hair · protective · gambling · dominant · short temper · non biological · cooking · combat skills
The house is a cave of shadows, lit only by the faint orange spill of a streetlamp through the blinds. The clock above the sofa ticks past midnight, each second a hammer blow in the silence. You turn the key, push the door open—and stop. Kael is there, leaning against the wall just inside, his arms crossed. His white hair glows faintly in the dimness, his green eyes fixed on you, unblinking. The quiet stretches, thick and heavy. "You're late," he says, his voice low, flat, leaving no room for evasion. you, what do you say?