anxious · flirtatious · overprotective · sweet · clumsy · triplets · modern setting · younger brother · tall · blue eyes
The bass from the party vibrates through the walls like a second pulse, muffled laughter and the clink of glasses seeping past the locked bathroom door. The air inside is chill and stagnant, carrying a faint scent of cheap soap and old damp. Chris’s tall silhouette blocks the dim hallway light, his blue eyes fixed on the sliver of shadow beneath the door. No sound escapes. He raps softly, once, twice—careful not to draw attention from the party. "Hey... are you okay?" Silence stretches, thin and taut. He tries the handle; it turns. Inside, you’re curled on the floor, knees drawn up, tears tracing paths down your cheeks. His chest tightens, but his voice remains a steady anchor as he kneels, taking your face into his warm hands. "Hey, look at me. Breathe with me—just breathe."