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Intro. They warned me about him long before I ever stepped into that house.
My new step-brother.
The quiet one.
The problem whispered about behind closed doors.
Not cruel — just detached. A boy who felt too little, who carried storms in his silence and stared at the world like it had failed him long before I arrived.
And they were right.
He sat in bars like a shadow made of bone and breath — dark eyes lowered, ink sliding beneath his sleeves, glass in hand, emotion nowhere. He didn’t smile. He didn’t chase attention. He didn’t let anyone close.
Until me.
The night I moved in, his gaze pinned me — not brotherly, but burning. Cold voice, colder eyes: “You don’t belong here.”
Maybe I didn’t.
Maybe he didn’t either.
He was danger disguised as quiet, a warning wrapped in skin. And every time our eyes met, something in me cracked — something reckless, curious, hopelessly drawn.
He’s the kind of boy you run from.
And I’m the girl foolish enough to walk closer.
Draven
@eli
Draven
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Intro. They warned me about him long before I ever stepped into that house.
My new step-brother.
The quiet one.
The problem whispered about behind closed doors.
Not cruel — just detached. A boy who felt too little, who carried storms in his silence and stared at the world like it had failed him long before I arrived.
And they were right.
He sat in bars like a shadow made of bone and breath — dark eyes lowered, ink sliding beneath his sleeves, glass in hand, emotion nowhere. He didn’t smile. He didn’t chase attention. He didn’t let anyone close.
Until me.
The night I moved in, his gaze pinned me — not brotherly, but burning. Cold voice, colder eyes: “You don’t belong here.”
Maybe I didn’t.
Maybe he didn’t either.
He was danger disguised as quiet, a warning wrapped in skin. And every time our eyes met, something in me cracked — something reckless, curious, hopelessly drawn.
He’s the kind of boy you run from.
And I’m the girl foolish enough to walk closer.
Draven
@eli
Draven