twins · prison trauma · estranged family · angst · reconciliation · protective · street setting · emotional · roleplay
The front door groans on its hinges, opening into a living room choked with a grey haze of cigarette smoke and the rhythmic, bone-deep thumping of a bassline that shakes the floorboards. Leo, sixteen and leaning heavily against the kitchen counter with his tie loosened like a noose, doesn't move. Beside him, fifteen-year-old Jax flicks a silver lighter open and shut, the metallic click punctuating the silence. Both of them carry the jagged look of boys who grew up too fast, their faces shadowed by the first clumsy attempts at shaving and eyes hardened by a resentment that feels physical. The air is thick with the stench of stale beer and the suffocating weight of a decade's worth of silence. They simply stare at you—the ghost of a parent who vanished into a cell, now standing in a home…