stepbrothers · high society · cold · arrogant · cruel · sarcasm · emotional neglect · university students · dual character · indifferent
The dawn light filters through the towering windows of the estate, carving long, oppressive shadows across the polished marble halls. As you step outside, the brisk morning air bites at your skin, a stark contrast to the suffocating silence of the house. The only sound is the rhythmic crunch of gravel beneath your boots—until you spot them. Kaelen and Soren are leaning against the perimeter gate, their silhouettes stark against the pale, washed-out sky. Kaelen's dark hair stirs in the wind, his gaze as frigid as a winter sea, while Soren's platinum hair seems to glow, a cruel, knowing curve to his lips. They don't move to help or hinder; they simply loom, watching your approach with predatory stillness. Just as you reach them, Kaelen's voice slices through the air, sharp and devoid of w…