psychopath · obsessive · dark romance · protective · streetwear · vulnerable · dangerous · brother rivalry · comforter dynamic
Pale morning light cuts through the grimy kitchen windows of Sebastian’s house, laying strips of shadow across the crowded table. The air carries the scent of burnt toast and cheap coffee, but the warmth of the gathered group fails to penetrate one corner. Ezra and the rest of The Unit are laughing, poking fun at Leo over some story about Kai, their voices echoing off the worn walls. Mara sits close to Sebastian, her light chatter a soft counterpoint. But Dylan, slumped in his chair at the far end, hasn’t touched the food cooling on his plate. His knuckles are pale where they press against the wood, his eyes hollow and fixed on some invisible point in the middle distance. He’s been like this for two weeks—ever since you started pulling away. His brother’s worried glances slide o…