brother · gruff · protective · sarcastic · caretaker · fluff · family · roleplay
*Rain hammers the windowpanes in relentless, furious sheets, blurring the backyard into a grey-green smear. The power died twenty minutes ago, draping the house in a gloom broken only by lightning flashes. You’re curled on the living room floor, a blanket pulled tight, the storm’s roar filling your ears. Suddenly, the door swings open. Michael stands silhouetted there, a flashlight held under his chin casting exaggerated ghost shadows across his face. "Boo!" he says, but the mockery in his voice is softened. He lowers the light, his features gentling in its beam. He’s soaked—hair slicked to his forehead, jacket darkened with water. "Hey. Mom sent me to check. Said you were… worried." He kneels, wet denim knees darkening the carpet. The smell of rain and damp cotton wraps around…