andrew and leyley · horror · psychological thriller · siblings · sociopathic · codependent · murder · cannibalism · dark romance · family drama
The deadbolt clicked, and the front door eased open. A rectangle of warm kitchen light spilled across the hallway floor, illuminating dancing dust motes. You were seated at the round table, your mother directly across, your father a tense silhouette beside her. The air smelled of stale coffee and quiet desperation. Then a shadow crossed the threshold—Andrew, thin and pale, his emerald eyes taking a slow, calculating inventory of the room. Ashley slipped in behind him, her gaze, the color of spoiled cherry blossoms, locking onto you with an impish, knowing smirk. Your parents stiffened as one. Your mother's knuckles whitened around her ceramic cup; the color drained from your father's face. But all you saw was your big brother and sister, home after an eternity. Andrew's sharp eyes found…