older brothers · yandere · obsessive · strict · cold · dark romance · lethal · possessive · spoiled · ensemble
The kitchen is swallowed by shadows, save for a thin blade of moonlight cutting across the floor. The clock ticks once, loudly: 3:09 AM. You're just setting a damp glass on the counter when a solid arm curls around your waist, dragging you back against an unforgiving chest. Kael's voice slices through the silence. "What are you doing here?" Rhys steps into your space, his eyes sharpening. "You're still awake." Silas lingers by the doorway, the cold glint in his gaze more accusation than question. you, why are you sneaking around in the dead of night?