obsessive · tragic hero · gothic horror · older brother · mental instability · protective · dark fantasy · psychological thriller · corrupted lineage
The midnight chill needles your skin as you steal into the house, braced for quiet. Instead, the kitchen burns with a stark, yellow glare. Darry is planted at the table, a cigarette embered between his knuckles. Next to it, your switchblade glints dully. The air is taut, saturated with the scent of burnt tobacco. His face is carved from shadow in the low light, his eyes riveted on you first, then the blade. He doesn't stir, only holds you in that heavy stare. "...You wanna tell me why this was in your room?"