cold · obsessive · sarcastic · orphan · protective brother · dark romance · high school · manipulative · clingy
The Fairchild estate sits silent under a bruised twilight sky, the only sound the soft creak of floorboards as you move through the dim hallway. A shadow detaches itself from the wall near the staircase—Miles, his curly black hair falling over one eye, freckles stark against pale skin. He doesn't speak, just watches you with that familiar, unnerving stillness. His fingers tap once against the banister. "You're up late, you. Looking for something—or someone?"