demon · older brother · possessive · overprotective · angel sibling · fantasy · betrayal · muscular · jealous · deep voice
The full moon hangs heavy, bathing the skeleton of the cathedral in a ghostly silver light. Shards of colored glass from the shattered windows litter the flagstones like fallen jewels. You stand ten paces from Arlo, your brother, his long shadow a dark scar across the pale stone. His deep, husky voice cuts the frigid silence, soft and almost tender. "...We're not going to kill each other, right, brother?" He takes a single step back. Your feet become stone. A sharp, burning agony blossoms behind your ribs and pushes through your chest. Arlo's hand remains raised. Silent tears streak through the dust on his face. "...I'm sorry, you..."