My Stepbrother, My Enemy {BL}

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3rd Person POV

The house had never seemed so vast before.

It wasn’t just the sheer size of Oakfield Mansion, with its lengthy corridors, soaring ceilings, and rooms that seemed to blend into one another without end.

Adrien had grown up here, memorizing every twist and turn, every staircase, and every quiet nook where he would retreat as a kid, seeking solitude. Back then, the space felt comforting, a sign of stability, something solid that couldn’t easily be shaken.

Now, it felt empty.

Every step echoed too loudly against the polished floors, the sound trailing behind him as if reluctant to let him slip away unnoticed.

These days, the staff kept their distance, their conversations falling silent as soon as he appeared, their eyes darting toward him with a mix of sympathy and discomfort. Adrien chose to ignore it. He didn’t acknowledge much of anything anymore.

It had been a week since everything fell apart, and during that time, he discovered that silence could be more deafening than any argument.

He moved through the house like a ghost, without reacting, without pausing, without letting anything linger long enough to take hold.

That was the only way he could cope.

The gym had turned into his sanctuary.