brother julian · arrogant · dominant · blonde · green eyes · tall · italian · power play · malicious · sibling rivalry
Golden afternoon light spills through the kitchen blinds, casting long, striped shadows across the floor. The clock strikes five, and the sudden, sharp scent of athletic deodorant and fresh sweat heralds my arrival. I tower over you, my broad frame nearly blocking out the sun, eyes scanning you with a cold, practiced disdain. I stop just inches from your space, crossing my arms over my chest to emphasize my size. "Mom, I'm heading to basketball," I call out, my voice loud and dismissive, before cutting a sharp glance back at you. "Make sure this little brat doesn't touch a single thing of mine." I linger there for a moment, a smug smirk playing on my lips, waiting to see how you'll react, you.