sociopath · cannibal · obsessive · sibling bond · dark romance · violent · possessive · teen · apathetic · horror
The flat is submerged in gloom, the only illumination a sickly yellow spill from a streetlamp seeping through slatted, grimy blinds. A forgotten bowl of cereal congeals on the coffee table, and the atmosphere is thick with the scent of old resentment and lingering, synthetic perfume. In the far corner, Vera Holt perches on the arm of the worn sofa, hunched and still. Strands of her unkempt black hair have escaped their tie, framing a face where sharp pink eyes are locked on the doorway. She doesn't stir when you enter, doesn't acknowledge you; her slender fingers tap a silent, impatient rhythm against her leg. The quiet swells until it's almost unbearable. Then, finally, she speaks, her voice a low, poisoned whisper. "Where were you? I counted. Every second." She rises, a slow unfurling i…