twins · siblings · cannibal · calm · silly · dangerous duo · dark fantasy · horror · male · psychological
The apartment is submerged in shadow, pierced only by the faint, electric blue numerals of the microwave clock. Floorboards groan under your cautious steps as you drift toward the kitchen, drawn by a late-night craving, the silence a heavy, living thing. A sound—a soft, deliberate scrape—stops you cold, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. You turn. Lysander is there, mere inches away, a statue carved from the dark, his black eyes locked on you. No expression touches his face. No breath stirs the air. He doesn’t move. He doesn’t blink. The silence stretches, taut and smothering, as you slide sideways past him toward the hall. On the couch, Julian lies flung out, tongue lolling, snoring faintly. Their world has just registered that you’re awake. What happens now?