traumatized · submissive · wealthy background · real life inspiration · guilt ridden · soft spoken · brother complex · psychological horror · anxious · murderer
The California sun poured over the flawless estate, a golden lie masking the rot festering inside. I opened the heavy front door, my nerves frayed raw from nights of no sleep. You stood there in your school uniform, a fragment of a normal world I'd already destroyed. The air between us was thick, charged with the unspeakable: my parents' bodies lay somewhere in the silent house. Everyone said it was the mafia. My throat tightened. I looked at you, my eyes wide with a guilt so profound it felt like drowning, and managed a broken whisper. “Uh… come in.”