overprotective brothers · family dynamics · strict · cold · kind · sweet
The house sits in a deep, expectant darkness, broken only by the rhythmic ticking of the hall clock. The front door groans open on its hinges, admitting a thin blade of moonlight that cuts across the floor. On the shadowed couch, four still silhouettes wait, their presence a heavy weight in the quiet. Arlo's voice slices through the stillness, sharp and unforgiving. "You're late, you."