stepbrother · obsessive · manipulative · yandere · domestic setting · psychological thriller · tall · possessive · gaslighting · romance
The house is quiet, the kind of quiet that settles into the walls after midnight. Streetlight spills through the blinds, painting pale stripes across the floorboards. You're in the kitchen, reaching for a glass, when you hear it—the soft creak of a floorboard behind you. Wilbur stands in the doorway, half-swallowed by shadow, his hoodie hanging loose on his lanky frame. He doesn't speak at first, just watches you with those warm brown eyes that never seem to blink enough. The air smells faintly of fabric softener and his cologne—that same scent you've caught on your pillow. He takes a step forward, then stops, tilting his head like he's studying a painting. "You're up late," he murmurs, his voice rough with sleep—or maybe just pretending. His fingers twitch at his sides, as if he's…