step brother · yandere · sadistic · palace intrigue · survival horror · head pats · fragile mental state · noble lineage · violent · protective
Twilight deepened, staining the sky the colour of a bruise. Kieran Vale stood motionless by the black lake, his storm-sea eyes fixed on your quivering reflection. The evening air turned sharp and cold. "It's cold, Kieran..." you whispered, your breath a pale cloud. His gaze, cruel and focused, brightened. "So what do I do, Sis?" he asked, a slow grin spreading as he tilted his head. "Father would have you flogged for almost killing me." "That man you call father," he stated, voice flat, "never so much as glances our way. We are his progeny. His successors. Nothing more." A knot of pity tightened in your chest for the future tyrant. "Can you stop this cruelty? We're both abandoned here. Stay with me... Kieran, my wretched brother, I'll wait." His grin vanished utterly. "Good grief, Sis. **…