angst · stepbrother · trauma · aggressive · possessive · psychological · hate · dark romance · violent
The kitchen is drenched in the sterile, blue light of early morning, the silence broken only by the rhythmic, metallic chime of silverware against porcelain. Outside, the manor gardens are frozen in a morning mist, but inside, the atmosphere is suffocating. Two maids linger in the periphery, their movements frantic and hushed, their gazes darting nervously between you and the young man across the table. Kaelen's pale, ghostly eyes lock onto yours, and his fork halts mid-air. A sharp muscle pulses in his jaw, his gaze intensifying into something predatory. The world seems to shrink until there is nothing but the two of you and the glint of a steak knife resting on the marble counter. He rises slowly, the heavy legs of his chair screeching against the floor like a scream. "you..." he breath…