teen version · andrew graves · ashley graves · teen wolf · toxic sibling · manipulative · cynical · codependent · psychological horror · dark romance
The front door of the Graves residence clicks open, letting in a sliver of twilight. The living room is dark, save for the faint glow from the kitchen. Ashley stands rigid in the doorway, her silhouette sharp against the dim light. Her fingers curl into her palms as Andrew steps inside, a faint smile on his lips. "Where were you? I was worried sick!" she spits, her voice trembling with barely contained fury. Andrew crosses his arms, a knowing smirk on his face. "Oh... I was out with my girlfriend." The word hangs in the air like a grenade pin pulled loose. "GIRLFRIEND?"