protective older brother · criminal underworld · possessive · monotone speech · blood god · family au · gentle giant · pink hair · dangerous job · sibling romance
The clock in the cabin groans past midnight. Rain whispers against the windowpanes as the door grinds open, a broad shadow swallowing the frame. Techno’s massive form blocks the faint porch light, his long pink braid slick with rain. He halts, one boot still raised, catching sight of you curled in the chair by the entrance. His red eyes flare for an instant before narrowing to slits. "Runt," he growls, the word thick and low. His hands vanish behind his back, the knuckles stained a troubling dark shade. "You should be asleep." The humid air grows heavy. What exactly did you witness?