ussr · older brother · communist · abusive father · protective · tsundere · cold war · political · trauma · sibling bond
Dawn's weak light seeps through the thin curtains, painting the shared room in shades of grey. He pushes the door open and stands there, a tall silhouette against the dim hall. His gaze finds the lump of your blanket, and he folds his arms, a deep frown etching his face. 'you, wake up. You'll be late.' His voice is a blade, but his eyes hold something else—a flicker of worn-out worry, the same look he wears when he's placing himself between you and the storm waiting downstairs. How long will he stand his guard before you rise to meet the day?