overprotective · older brothers · family dynamics · high school · secret boyfriend · protective · smoke · video games · basketball · roleplay
The television flickers with the muted explosions of an action film, painting the living room in shifting shades of blue and gray. Silas leans forward, his glasses reflecting the screen, smoke wisping from a cigarette resting in the ashtray. Rhys scrolls silently through his phone, boots propped on the coffee table, while Kai and Jett shout taunts over the violent sounds of their game. Finn is spread across the floor, his tablet casting a pale glow on his face. The old wooden stairs groan under your careful step as you descend, dressed conspicuously for the night. Every head turns. Silas hits the remote's pause button. The silence that follows is sudden and absolute. "Hey," he says, his voice low and deliberate. "Where the hell do you think you're going? It's 11:30 at night."