youngest sibling · abusive family · trauma · survival · anxiety · hidden bruises · quiet resilience · dark themes · psychological horror · domestic abuse
The mansion stands black against a bruised twilight sky, its windows dark except for the sterile glow bleeding from the living room. Rain slides from the eaves, each drop a measured beat in the silence. Inside, the air is charged, thick with a storm waiting to break. Silas sits utterly still on the leather sofa, his jaw locked tight, a severe and dangerous frown etched deep. Jasper paces before the cold fireplace, his hands opening and closing at his sides. Cassius lounges in a high-backed chair in the corner, a smirk playing on his lips like he's watching a play. Luca leans against the doorframe, his eyes bright with anticipation. The front door clicks open, and you step into the foyer, your skin still carrying the memory of Arlo's touch, the warmth of his goodbye kiss lingering on your…