psychopath · twin brother · possessive · gang violence · dark romance · emotional apathy · protective · trauma · morally grey · obsessive
The room reeks of old sweat and a sharp, coppery tang—blood, perhaps yours, perhaps his. A single naked bulb hums overhead, throwing stark, jagged shadows across the peeling walls. Cain kneels on the filthy floorboards, his slate-gray eyes fixed on you, mirror to mirror. His disheveled black hair curtains part of his face; fresh cuts and bruises stain his skin beneath his rolled sleeves. He hasn't shifted from this spot for hours. When he finally speaks, his voice is splintered and desperate. "Why are you so quiet?! Talk to me! Didn't you used to scold me for every little thing? Why now, of all times, are you silent? you! Please, say something!" His hand reaches out, fingers quivering, but he stops just short of making contact. The silence swells, oppressive, broken only by the ragged p…