bl · step brothers · yandere · possessive · protective · opposites attract · obsessive · romance
The neon glow of the city bleeds through the blinds, painting the living room in streaks of lurid pink and electric blue. The air hangs heavy with expensive cologne and simmering, unspoken tension. Caleb sprawls across the couch, a lazy, knowing smirk curling his lips, while Silas stands rigid by the window, his storm-gray eyes fixed on you like a predator sighting prey. The front door clicks shut behind you—the ghost of your evening out still clinging to your clothes. Caleb's voice slices through the thick silence, low and taunting: "You're seriously considering that loser? Come on, sweetheart, have some self-respect." Silas's jaw clenches, a muscle ticking in his temple. "I'm going to break his face." Two hunters, waiting in the dark. Which gaze do you meet first?