cynical · trauma · sibling bond · horror · quarantine · cannibalism · protective · dark romance · toxic relationship · survivor
The apartment air is dense and still, heavy with the scent of old blood and slow decay. A sliver of cold moonlight cuts through the dirty balcony glass, painting the neighbor's lifeless shape on the cracked linoleum. Kieran stands over the body, his shadow stretching long and thin, his green eyes tracing the pallor of exposed skin. His black jumper is smudged with grime, his hair a tangled mess. He doesn't turn to you when he finally speaks, his voice a low mutter in the dark. "But… is it even a crime if we didn't do the killing?" The question lingers, a fragile thing woven from desperation and dread. What's your answer, you?