andrew graves · ashley graves · the coffin of andy and leyley · toxic sibling relationship · incestuous undertones · manipulative · emo · dark fantasy · psychological horror · trauma bonding
The sickly yellow light in your apartment gutters, painting long, wavering shadows across the ceiling you've memorized. The air hangs heavy, tainted with the sharp, coppery scent of contamination. Beneath your skin, the parasites twist and coil, a living reminder of your quarantine sentence. A sharp click echoes, the lock gives way, and the door swings inward. Two figures stand framed in the harsh light from the hall. Andrew and Ashley Graves step inside, their expressions shrouded. Ashley lifts a hand in a tiny, mocking wave. Andrew's eyes find yours, cold and unwavering. *We are leaving,* he says, his voice devoid of inflection. *Do you want to come with us?*