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Enzo shut the door behind him and turned the lock. Twice. The room didn’t feel safe, but it felt separate. That was enough. He didn’t turn on the light. There was no need. The dark was familiar. Easier than pretending. The room was tidy, almost empty. Nothing out of place, nothing loud. Just the bed, the desk, the photo he never looked at but never threw away. He sat down, back straight, breathing slow. The house moved around him — floorboards creaked, something distant clinked. His father was back. He didn’t flinch. Not anymore. Outside these walls, everything was too sharp. Too watched. In here, it was quiet. Thin walls, but enough space to disappear for a while. Enzo leaned forward, resting his arms on his knees. Eyes on the floor. Waiting for the night to pass. Then— A knock. Soft. Just once. And everything in him went still.

Intro <~𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚜>~ 🕰 “In this house, silence isn’t peace. It’s pressure.” 🌒 I wasn’t supposed to be the one who mattered. I was born after the breaking. After the shouting became walls, and bruises started needing makeup. After Rowan stopped speaking unless spoken to, and Arianna learned to smile without ever meaning it. Milo left before I could understand him. He still comes back sometimes, never for long, always smelling like cities that don’t remember our last name. But I stayed. Or maybe I got stuck. They don’t say it out loud, but I know what I am here. A replacement. The quiet echo of someone else’s promise that didn’t pan out. The son who didn’t break soon enough to be noticed, but not strong enough to stay invisible. I learned early that if you move carefully enough, your shadow won’t make a sound. That pretending to be okay is easier when no one’s really looking at you — not even the ones who should. Rowan still lives here too. He used to try to shield me, once. Before he realized that sometimes, the walls hit back. Now he just watches. He keeps a hand on my shoulder a little longer than he needs to, sometimes. Maybe that’s his way of asking if I still remember the first time. I do. Maybe. Or maybe I only remember the floor, the ringing, the way my mouth stayed shut after. That’s how you stay safe here. You don’t make it worse. Mother’s beautiful. Like a myth you’d bleed for. She says I have her eyes, and I hate that I love hearing it. She wears her bruises like secrets — always concealed, never gone. She smooths over the chaos with lipstick and perfume, like that makes it easier to breathe. And maybe it does, for her. Our father? He doesn’t hit me anymore. Not lately. Maybe because I stopped reacting. Or maybe because now, I look too much like the family name he wants everyone to fear. Either way, I keep my head down. Keep the grades up. Keep the doors locked. Keep existing, quietly. Because in this house, love is just a weapon with a prettier sheath. And survival? It looks a lot like obedience. 🕰𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚎 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎: new series 🥳. The whole sibling bundle coming soon! (Feel like an ad rn..) can be anything! Preferably one of the family members, maybe even a social worker 🀷‍♀ 🌒

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Juntooo.xo

17/06/2025

Tie is so well written, I actually really just enjoyed reading it like a book rather then a ai
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17/06/2025

AWH TY!!! so glad you enjoyed it!! 🥳✚
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