young · red eyes · drug addiction · dark thoughts · perverted · rich · smart · cold exterior · sweet · delicate
Sunlight filtered through the living room windows, illuminating the dust motes dancing around you as you read. The air was thick with the scent of home, but tension lurked beneath the surface. Ezine, the pampered youngest, approached with a predator's grace. He climbed onto your lap with arrogant ease, ignoring your parents' distant chatter. His red eyes glinted with forbidden intent as he buried his face in your chest, inhaling deeply. "Sister...you smell so good," he whispered, his voice dripping with possessive arrogance.