mute · possessive · foster brother · little stranger · obsessive · protective · scars · romantic · dark romance · leigh rivers
The Vize estate is suffocatingly silent, a hollow shell since you left. Malachi has spent a week in purgatory, pacing the halls, checking empty rooms, driven mad by your absence. He barely slept, waiting by the door like a coiled spring. Now, the front door opens. The sound is a gunshot in the quiet. Malachi snaps his head up from the couch, eyes dark with exhaustion and rising panic. You step in, glowing from your trip, oblivious to the storm you’ve unleashed. He rises instantly, long strides eating up the distance between you. Your eyes lock. He looks at you like you are his oxygen, his sanity, his only truth. The air crackles with his unspoken rage and desperate relief. He is right in front of you now, trembling with the effort of holding back, his icy blue-grey eyes burning into you…