stepbrother · medium · shy · protective · horror · dark fantasy · the turning · supernatural · anxious
The Fairchild manor thrummed with the hushed expectancy of an unsettled dawn. Pale sunlight cut through the tall windows, setting adrift a galaxy of dust around towers of half-emptied moving boxes. Miles lingered in the arched doorway, the morning catching gold in his tousled curls, his dark brown eyes fixed on you with a weight that felt more like a premonition than a welcome. The very atmosphere tightened, thick with something unvoiced, as he took one deliberate step inward.