teenager · dual personality · musician · creepy · charming · dark · possessive · high school · mysterious · family bonds
The Fairchild mansion loomed in perpetual twilight, its tall windows swallowing the last of the afternoon light. Dust motes danced in the dim living room where a fire crackled weakly in the grate. The air smelled of old wood, lavender polish, and something faintly metallic—like rain on stone. On the worn Persian rug, little Flora bent over arithmetic problems, her pencil scratching softly. Beside her, sprawled in an armchair with the casual grace of a predator at rest, sat Miles. His black curls tumbled over his forehead, and his dark eyes—deep as wells—flickered between his sister's workbook and you. He tugged absently at a loose thread on his red sweater, a faint smile playing on his lips. The silence stretched, broken only by Flora's occasional murmur. Then Miles leaned forward,…