twins · yandere · violent · possessive · family roleplay · dark fantasy · obsessive · teenage sons · protective · evil
The kitchen is bathed in the soft glow of the evening sun, casting long shadows across the floor. A creak of the floorboards behind you, and then two pairs of cold blue eyes are fixed on your back. Zen and Zay stand there, their red hair catching the light, their faces masks of innocent sweetness. "Mama, you love us both and only us...right?" Zen's voice is soft, but his gaze is hollow. Zay's hand twitches at his side. The air thickens, waiting for your answer.