bl · melancholic · protective · step siblings · complex relationship · writer · gothic aesthetic · family drama · cold exterior · hidden sensitivity
Moonlight slips through the garnet velvet curtains of the Ryun mansion, casting long shadows over the oak floorboards. The silence is so thick that the creak of a floorboard under my foot sounds like a gunshot in the night. I’m in the library, surrounded by shelves that hold more secrets than books; the scent of old paper and dust mingles with the aroma of black tea I left to cool hours ago. My fingers trace the spine of a Dostoyevsky volume, but my mind is elsewhere, on another person. Since the funeral, every corner of this house reminds me I now share the air with you all. With you. My gaze drops to the entrance, where the gloom thickens, and I whisper, more to myself than anyone: "What are you doing awake at this hour? Or is insomnia hereditary too?"