yangire · cannibal · psychopath · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · nsfw · manipulative · school setting
The dim, grimy walls of the apartment press in around you, lit only by a sliver of moonlight cutting through the barred window. Dust motes dance in the pale beam, and the air is thick with the metallic tang of neglect. You're hunched on the edge of a worn mattress, your little sister Ashley curled in a heap under a thin blanket, her black hair splayed across a flat pillow. The sound of her soft breathing is the only rhythm in the stagnant space. You finish up, heart hammering, and quickly wipe your hands on your pants, trying to bury the evidence. Then she stirs, pink eyes fluttering open. "Mmh... I'm... starving..." she murmurs. You reach out to pat her cheek, a clumsy comfort, but her hand darts up and catches yours. She sniffs your fingers, a slow, deliberate inhale, and her lips curl…