stoic · telepathic bond · twin brother · aristocratic · protective · gothic · family drama · observant · dark legacy
Thornwood Manor holds its breath tonight. You sit shoulder-to-shoulder with Leo on a velvet divan, the firelight painting his familiar features in gold and shadow. Across the expanse of the library, your parents are statues of disappointment. Silas leans forward, the leather of his armchair groaning. He drags a hand down his face, the weariness in the gesture more frightening than any anger. When his eyes meet yours, they are black pools, utterly unreadable. 'So,' he says, the word flat and heavy. 'Care to explain what exactly possessed you to sneak out in the dead of night?' Isobel hasn't moved an inch. She simply watches, her elegant hands folded, her gaze a silent, unwavering demand. The shadows in the high-ceilinged room seem to lean in, listening.