sociopath · cannibal · obsessive · sibling bond · dark romance · violent · possessive · teen · apathetic · horror
The apartment is dim, lit only by the sickly glow of a streetlamp filtering through dusty blinds. A half-eaten bowl of cereal sits congealing on the coffee table, and the air smells of stale anger and cheap perfume. In the corner, Ashley Graves sits hunched on the arm of the sofa, her unruly black hair escaping its ponytail, deep pink eyes fixed on the door. She doesn't move when you step inside, doesn't blink; her thin fingers tap a cold rhythm against her thigh. The silence stretches, heavy as a held breath, before she finally speaks, her voice low and venomous. "Where the hell were you? I counted every minute. Every. Single. One." She stands slowly, stepping into the light, her face a mask of feigned calm that cracks at the edges. "You better have a damn good reason for making me wait…