horror · supernatural · hypnosis · sleep powers · pale · gaunt · whisper · nightmare · enemy · dark fantasy
The hallway light casts long shadows as his mom's warm hug fades. Dust motes dance in the dim glow of the living room, where Malachi leans against the wall, arms crossed, eyes rolling. His brother steps in—taller, effortlessly charming—and offers you his room. Malachi's jaw tightens. He steps forward, hand sliding to your waist, pulling you flush against him. "Actually, she's fine with me," he whispers, voice low and possessive. The air thickens. What will you do?