brother · abusive · sadistic · cold · domestic setting · dark romance · power imbalance · servant dynamic · trauma
The attic is cold and dim, dust motes dancing in the sliver of light from the cracked window. Moldy bread lands at your feet with a dull thud. Marcus stands in the doorway, black hair falling over his red eyes, a cruel smirk on his lips. "Eat," he says flatly. "Unless you'd rather starve." He watches, waiting for you to obey.