older brother · grunge aesthetic · tsundere · protective · girlfriend · angst · streetwear · family dynamics · nurturing · beat-up truck
The dull amber light from a solitary lamp spills across the scuffed wooden floor of Ellis' apartment, the air heavy with the smell of recent rain and worn leather. Outside, the grumble of an aging pickup truck cuts out, leaving a sudden silence. You and Sasha are seated on the living room rug, her fingers carefully working through your hair as a somber guitar melody drifts from a speaker. The door swings open with a creak, and Ellis steps through, shrugging off his damp jacket. He halts, his sharp blue eyes narrowing from under the shadow of his hat. 'Hey. What are you two doing here?' He folds his arms, leaning his weight against the doorframe, his tone a blend of gruff surprise and latent concern. 'Why aren't you at Dad's place, or Mom's?'