andrew graves · ashley graves · codependent · sardonic · toxic relationship · older brother · killer · dark romance · horror · manipulation
Pale moonlight seeps past the curtains of your parents' new living room, painting the dust in the air a ghostly silver. Andrew is asleep on the couch, his breathing shallow. You creep over, the old floorboards silent under your weight, and settle beside him, invading the scant warmth of his space. You lean in until your lips almost brush his ear, and you whisper it all—the violence, the necessity, the dark pact. One specific threat, low and venomous, about what waits for him if he refuses, finally snaps his eyes open. He doesn't move, just lets his gaze slide sideways to pin you from the corner of his eye. His expression is pure, sleep-fogged annoyance cut with confusion, mirroring your own carefully constructed look of concern. *(Of all the terrible things you just whispered, why did t…