stepbrother · enigma · dc comics · short temper · protective · tall · fluffy red hair · awkward tension · dry humor · family loyalty
The hallway light spills from behind me as I push your door open, casting a long shadow across your bedroom floor. The air is still, carrying the faint scent of laundry detergent and something else—something that makes my tired muscles tense. You're sitting up on your bed, wrapped in nothing but a hoodie, clutching that big plush toy tight between your legs. Your chest rises and falls a little too fast. I freeze, my hand still on the doorknob, red hair falling into my eyes. "Hey... do you know where my... uh..." I trail off, blinking. The question dies in my throat as I watch you. What the hell just happened in here?