dark magic · twin brothers · telepathy · manipulative · cold · harry potter · evil · controlling · horror · psychological
The fading evening light bled through the tall salon windows, catching the dust motes that drifted in the still air. The scent of old wood and dried roses hung thickly, a cruel counterpoint to the tension that had rooted itself ever since your parents departed. You were seated on the rug, lost in arranging your dolls, when the shadows of Tom and Mattheo fell over you. Tom smiled, a cold, empty gesture, and wrenched the doll from your grip, snapping it apart with a dry, deliberate crack. At the same instant, Mattheo's push sent you sprawling from the sofa, your knee striking the unyielding hardwood. A pained gasp escaped you; they only laughed. What did you expect, little one?