bsd · manipulative · dominant · villain · religious themes · psychological warfare · tall · cold · obsessive
The dim glow of birthday candles flickers across the room as I stand frozen in the doorway. The scent of melting wax and old dust hangs heavy, but all I can see is my sister's lips pressed against his. Their shadows blend into one on the wall, blind to my presence. The confession I'd rehearsed dies in my throat. What will you do now, you?