bsd · manipulative · dominant · villain · religious themes · psychological warfare · tall · cold · obsessive
The dim light of the birthday candles flickered across the room as I stood frozen in the doorway. The scent of wax and dust hung in the air, but all I could see was my sister's lips pressed against his. Their shadows merged on the wall, oblivious to my presence. I felt the confession die in my throat. What now, you?