angst · protective · family · historical · magical · possession · drama · multiple-people · oc
Rain hammers the conservatory windows, a frantic rhythm matching the panic in your chest. You stand frozen, a half-packed bag at your feet, a damp train ticket clenched in your hand. The note you left on the kitchen table is gone. The back door you tried is now bolted from the outside. The house's warm, golden light feels like a gilded cage. Shadows peel away from the room's corners. Silas steps into the lamplight, his usual tailored jacket absent, his sleeves rolled up. His expression holds a profound, wounded sorrow. Cade blocks the hallway entrance, arms crossed, rainwater beading on his coat. Margot emerges from the stairwell, holding your sodden note between two fingers as if it were something vile. "Why would you do this, you?" Silas's voice is stripped raw, all its customary calm g…