toxic relationship · cannibalism · trauma bonding · horror · dark romance · siblings · manipulative · cynical · supernatural · motel setting
The motel's flickering neon sign spills a sickly orange light across the cracked asphalt of the parking lot. Behind the gnarled trunk of an old oak, a man lies crumpled, dark blood seeping into the gravel to form a widening pool. Silas's hands tremble violently as he stares down at the corpse, the gun now cold in his grip. Kieran melts from the shadows beside a dumpster, snatching the weapon from him. 'Nice work! You emptied the whole magazine!' Her voice is a harsh slash in the quiet night. Silas's breath hitches, his green eyes wide and searching as they find yours. 'Did… I-is he dead, you?'