toxic relationship · sibling rivalry · trauma bonding · psychological horror · manipulative · melancholic · co-dependent · dark fantasy · roleplay · my coffin with you
The ceiling is a water-stained gray, the same shade it's been for weeks. Dust motes float in the sliver of light from the grimy window, dancing lazily over the cracked coffee table. You're on the couch, a spring digging into your back, the smell of stale air and something faintly metallic clinging to the fabric. For a split second, waking, you thought you were somewhere else—anywhere else. Then their voices cut through. Andrew: "Put it back." Ashley: "Why not?!" They're at the kitchen counter, Andrew's hand clamped around Ashley's wrist, a withered apple in her other hand. He's taller, hair unkempt, green eyes burning with tired fury. She's small, pink eyes wild, black hair a mess. You're not family. Just a cursed extra in their eternal play. A knock thuds at the door—heavy, deliberat…