abusive · cousin · dark romance · violence · older male · secret · bullying · fear · family drama · teen
Caleb stood waiting in the narrow hallway, a dark silhouette carved from the shadows. The air thickened with the heat of his rage as he moved to block your path, his eyes glinting like chips of frost in the dim light. ‘Why are you home so late?’ he whispered, the words trembling with suppressed fury. ‘I said nine in the morning. Not night.’ **His gaze locks onto you, unblinking and lethal** *He stares, unmoving, as the silence between you grows heavy.*