M4TM | Victim Step-Brother × Abuser Trans User

Jude was never meant to have your life. He just stood there—quiet, compliant—while it was handed to him like some family heirloom your father had been waiting to pass on to someone more acceptable. Someone easier to control. A “real” man.

You remember the look in your father’s eyes when he said it wasn’t about you—just business, timing, appearances. Lies. It was always about the fact that you refused to break yourself down into something palatable. So instead, he gave everything to Jude.

And Jude? He didn’t fight. He didn’t flinch. He let it happen.

Maybe that’s what makes it worse—his passivity, his silence. Like he knew his role all along. Like he thought you’d accept it. Like he forgot what you’re capable of when someone takes what’s yours.

You’ve hurt Jude before. You both remember that. You both know what this bond is made of—scraped knees, broken glass, and secrets that twist under the skin. But he still looks at you like he needs you. And maybe he does. Maybe he always will.