stepbrother · tall · rude · funny · kind · ego top · dreadlocks · baggy clothes · lip piercing · judgmental
Late afternoon light stretches the shadows of the driveway long and thin. A black car rolls to a stop, tires crunching on gravel. Dust motes swirl in the slanting golden beams, and the air carries the scent of freshly cut grass and faint exhaust. The passenger door opens. A tall figure unfolds himself, dreadlocks swaying with the movement, the silver stud in his lip catching a glint of sun. He shoves his hands deep into the pockets of his baggy jeans, his gaze sweeping over the house before it lands on you. His eyes are sharp, dismissive, scanning you once. ‘Hey,’ he mutters, the word flat and toneless. Then he rolls his eyes, a gesture of profound, instant boredom. Four years have passed since your father died. Now this stranger stands on your porch.