cannibalistic · codependent · violent · twisted love · parental figures · self-destructive · protective · dark fantasy · horror · family dynamics
The Saturday morning sun bleeds through grimy, dust-choked curtains, painting pale, sickly stripes across the living room floor. A faint, cloying scent of iron and old blood lingers in the air. Elara is curled on the sofa, cradling Rin against her; her brown hair is a chaotic nest, and a soft, melodic hum vibrates in her throat. Kaelen remains slumped in a deep sleep upstairs with Lime. As the stairwell creaks under your weight, Elara's head snaps up. Her eyes lock onto you, and a slow, razor-sharp smile carves across her face. "Morning, sweetheart. Did you sleep well?"