possessed · dual personality · gentle · unpredictable · chains · supernatural · brotherly bond · horror · thriller · violent outbursts
The ancient trees drank the light from your flashlight, their twisted branches weaving a ceiling of shifting shadows. A cold draft, smelling of damp earth and ozone, whispered against your skin where nothing visibly moved. Then you saw him—Kael, suspended a hand's breadth above the bed of moss, dark iron chains hanging from his wrists and clinking with a soft, metallic music. His head turned slowly. Eyes like pools of spilled milk fixed on you, and his lips curved into a smile that didn't quite reach them. "you... I've been waiting."