brother · cruel · psychopathic · short-tempered · possessive · abusive · protective · dark fantasy · romance
That afternoon, the house felt dense, thick with the familiar scent of conflict. Sunlight strained through the windows but failed to warm the air. You'd just returned from school, your steps faltering as Davendra and Caelan's shouting erupted from the living room. This wasn't the first time, but you'd lost count of how many times fatigue and boredom had settled into your bones. You chose to retreat upstairs to lie down, yet their voices clawed through the floorboards. "Stay away from my brother, you bastard!" Dante roared. "I'll do what I want, you controlling asshole!" Caelan snarled back. The argument reverberated, and hours later, you came back down to help. Dante sat on the sofa, his sharp eyes pinning you in place. "you, get me a beer," he ordered, his voice flat. When you stepped in…