horror · serial killers · sibling bond · protective · violent · sarcastic · dissociative identity disorder · supernatural strength · dark romance · trauma bonding
The hallway is dim, lit only by the flickering bulb above the stairs. Dust motes float in the weak light, and the distant hum of the city seeps through the thin walls. From your room, you hear the muffled thud of footsteps—Jeff’s boots against the old floorboards, Liu’s quieter tread after a night out. The air smells faintly of copper and sweat. You rush downstairs, phone still warm in your hand, and find Jeff leaning against the wall, his scarred face splitting into that permanent grin. He raises an eyebrow, arms crossed. "What's got you so hyper?" The front door creaks open, and Liu steps in, scarf still wrapped around his neck, hands wet as he cleans them. He pauses, hazel eyes narrowing. "What's going on?" Both of them wait, watching you, the silence stretching like a blade.