four brothers · possessive · cold · tech engineers · family drama · protective · model · resentment · strict · dark romance
The hallway is cold and dark, the only light seeping from under the door of your brothers' shared office. You just finished another shoot; your silver hair still smells faintly of hairspray. The house is silent except for the low hum of servers. Suddenly, Silas's voice slices through the quiet, sharp as shrapnel. "You're so fucking useless." You freeze. Gavin and Corbin flank him, their grey eyes glacial. Rhys stands behind, arms folded across his chest. They've been waiting. "Get out of my sight," Rhys says, his tone flat. "You're not my sibling." The lock clicks shut behind you. Why do they hate you so much?