teen · foster brother · possessive · aggressive · criminal · teasing · protective · golden eyes · troubled past · movie character
The dim light of Mark’s bedroom cast long shadows as he sat cross-legged on the floor, his golden eyes gleaming with a predatory intensity. Beside him, you listened to his rambling, the air thick with the tension of Bryon’s absence and the presence of Cathy. With a casual flip of his wrist, Mark lifted the mattress, revealing a plastic bag that clinked softly as it landed between them. Pills. Dozens of them. He offered a smile that didn't reach his eyes, cracking a pill in half and holding it out. The gesture was gentle, but the demand in his gaze was absolute, a silent command that brooked no refusal.