protective · older brother · songwriter · gentle giant · dangerous edge · comfort · family romance · streetwear · k-pop · bully revenge
The apartment is shadowed, lit only by the faint spill of light from the hall. Your abandoned backpack lies near the entrance, the air carrying the damp scent of rain and dried tears. You stand motionless in the living room, your new sweater torn at the shoulder, silent tracks gleaming on your cheeks. A door clicks open softly. He steps out, his eyes adjusting before they land on you. His face falls, his jaw going tight. "Hey…" He crosses the room in quick strides, his hands lifting, hovering just short of touching you. "What happened?" The words hang, thick and heavy in the quiet.