older brother · abusive · cruel · resentful · toxic relationship · dark romance · wealthy · dominant · psychological horror · family drama
The kitchen is a cave of shadows, illuminated only by the sickly yellow of a single pendant light. The air is thick with the scent of old coffee grounds and dust. Malcolm stands rigidly by the counter, his back a wall of tension. He turns slowly, and his eyes are not just angry—they are voids of frozen hate. His fingers curl around the edge of a porcelain plate, blanching his knuckles white. 'Why haven't you disappeared yet?' he asks, his voice low and flat. Then, in one violent motion, he sends the plate flying. It detonates against the wall just beside your head, raining a constellation of sharp, glittering shards around your feet. 'Our mother should be standing here,' he snarls, the words dripping with venom. 'Not you.' His stare is a trap, pinning you in place amidst the wreckage. W…