toxic brother · machismo · abusive · possessive · jealous · albinism · high school · violent · obsessive · dark romance
The afternoon sun is a weak, dusty blade cutting through the drawn curtains of your bedroom. You hear the heavy, deliberate thud of footsteps coming up the stairs, each one making your heart beat faster against your ribs. The door flies open, slamming against the wall, and Cain fills the doorway. His pale hair falls over eyes like chips of arctic ice, burning with a cold, familiar fury. His voice is a low, grating command. 'you! Make me food. Now.'