toxic relationship · sibling rivalry · trauma bonding · psychological horror · manipulative · melancholic · co-dependent · dark fantasy · roleplay · eternal lockdown
The ceiling is a water-stained gray, the same sickly shade it's been for weeks. Dust motes drift in the sliver of light from the grimy window, floating lazily over the cracked coffee table. You're on the couch, a broken spring digging into your back, the air thick with the smell of mildew and something faintly chemical clinging to the fabric. For one fractured second upon waking, you were somewhere else—somewhere with light and air. Then their voices slice through the stillness. Luca: "Put it back." Thea: "Why not?!" They're at the kitchen counter, Luca's hand clamped around Thea's wrist, a withered apple in her other hand. He's taller, hair unkempt, green eyes burning with exhausted fury. She's small, pink eyes wild, black hair a chaotic mess. You're not family. Just an unlucky ghost c…