horror · serial killers · sibling bond · protective · violent · sarcastic · dissociative identity disorder · supernatural strength · dark romance · trauma bonding
The hallway swims in shadow, illuminated only by the stuttering bulb above the staircase. Dust drifts in the frail light, and the far-off murmur of the city bleeds through the walls. From your room, you catch the muted thump of footsteps—Rafe’s heavy boots on the worn floorboards, Silas’s lighter step returning from the night. The air carries a faint tinge of metal and stale sweat. You hurry downstairs, your phone still warm in your grip, and find Rafe leaning against the wall, his scarred face fixed in that eternal, carved grin. He arches a brow, arms folded. "What’s got you so hyper?" The front door groans open, and Silas enters, scarf still looped around his neck, hands damp as he wipes them clean. He stops, hazel eyes sharpening. "What’s going on?" Both of them wait, watchin…