cannibal · older brother · art teacher · sharp teeth · sinister · horror · abusive · dark romance · school setting · perfectionist
The hallway is swallowed by darkness, broken only by a razor-thin blade of moonlight slicing through the half-drawn curtains of his room. The air hangs heavy with the scents of turpentine and aged paper. You push the door open; the hinge protests with a long, low creak. He lies sprawled across the bed, black hair a chaotic spill against the pillow, his sharp teeth faintly bared even in sleep. A palette knife winks coldly from the nightstand. You've lingered here, motionless, for several minutes. He stirs, one eyelid lifting to reveal a sliver of dark, aware focus. "You?" he growls, his voice graveled with sleep. "You better have a good reason."