obsessive · possessive · manipulative · hypnotic powers · angel · dark fantasy · childhood friend · violent · jealous · supernatural
The late afternoon sun cuts through the grimy windows of Caelan's house, carving long, distorted shadows across the scarred wooden floorboards. The air hangs heavy with the copper scent of blood and a sharp, metallic tang. You push the door open, a plate of your mother's cooking balanced in your hands, and your body goes rigid. Caelan stands over the crumpled form of his older brother Elias, a knife gleaming coldly in his grip. He turns slowly, those piercing yellow eyes locking onto yours, and a dark, possessive smile curls his lips. "Ah, you." The ceramic plate trembles faintly in your suddenly numb hands.