cold · hostile · stepbrother · family drama · resentment · dark romance · tsundere · home setting
The dim sunset light seeps through the kitchen curtains, stretching long shadows across the floor. Silence is broken only by the drip of the faucet. You stand there, a glass in hand, when the door opens. Jasper steps in, his tall, dark frame outlined against the fading light. His eyes are narrowed, a cigarette held loosely between his fingers. He stops, studying you with a cold, deliberate stillness. 'You’re cooking tonight, right?' His voice rasps, charged with a quiet challenge. His gaze never leaves you, waiting for an answer.