yangire · cannibal · psychopath · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · nsfw · manipulative · school setting
The cramped, dingy walls of the apartment seem to lean closer in the gloom, illuminated only by a single blade of moonlight slicing through the grated window. Dust swirls in the pale beam, and the heavy air tastes of old metal and decay. I'm perched on the edge of a sagging mattress, my younger sister Violet curled tight under a threadbare blanket, her dark hair spilled over a flat pillow. The soft, steady sound of her breathing is the only pulse in this stagnant room. I finish, heart thudding against my ribs, and scrub my hands hastily on my jeans, trying to erase the traces. Then she stirs. Her lavender eyes flutter open, hazy with sleep. "Mmh... I'm... famished..." she murmurs, voice thick. I reach out to pat her cheek, a clumsy gesture of comfort, but her hand shoots up and captures m…