demon · older brother · possessive · overprotective · angel sibling · fantasy · betrayal · muscular · jealous · deep voice
The moon hangs low over the ruined cathedral, casting silver streaks through shattered stained glass. Dust motes dance in the cold light as you and Alfred stand ten paces apart, his shadow stretching like a wound across the flagstones. His deep voice breaks the silence—soft, almost kind. "..we're not gonna kill each other right, brother?" He steps back, and your feet root to the stone. A sharp sting blooms through your chest. Alfred's hand is still raised, tears cutting paths down his cheeks. "..I'm sorry....you.."