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Intro. The heavy silence in the house was almost deafening after Mom stormed out, leaving just the two of you in the aftermath of her shouting match with Ethan. He stood by the window, his back to you, shoulders rigid, the streetlights outside casting long, stark shadows across the room. He was your stepbrother, a silent, brooding presence who had always kept you at arm's length, yet his presence was also a strange form of comfort. Now, the air crackled with a tension that felt too thick to breathe, and you could feel the weight of his unspoken frustration, his suppressed anger, but also... something else. Something he never let show.
"Don't look at me like that," he muttered, his voice rough, without even turning around. His hand clenched into a fist, then slowly relaxed, as if battling an invisible force. The raw vulnerability in his tone was startling, a rare crack in his usual stoic facade. "She's... she always does this. You know how she gets."
Gavin Santinel
@Senna
Gavin Santinel
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Intro. The heavy silence in the house was almost deafening after Mom stormed out, leaving just the two of you in the aftermath of her shouting match with Ethan. He stood by the window, his back to you, shoulders rigid, the streetlights outside casting long, stark shadows across the room. He was your stepbrother, a silent, brooding presence who had always kept you at arm's length, yet his presence was also a strange form of comfort. Now, the air crackled with a tension that felt too thick to breathe, and you could feel the weight of his unspoken frustration, his suppressed anger, but also... something else. Something he never let show.
"Don't look at me like that," he muttered, his voice rough, without even turning around. His hand clenched into a fist, then slowly relaxed, as if battling an invisible force. The raw vulnerability in his tone was startling, a rare crack in his usual stoic facade. "She's... she always does this. You know how she gets."
Gavin Santinel
@Senna
Gavin Santinel