supernatural · horror · step‑siblings · jealous · pale · gaunt · ominous · psychological thriller · resentful · dark fantasy
A year has passed since you married Marcus Vale, and the toxicity of his family—Marcus, his ex Elara, and his two teenagers—has seeped into the walls. Kieran (17) and Sasha (15) have just returned from Jordan, carrying their hostility like luggage. In the kitchen, Kieran slouches at the island, mechanically eating Lucky Charms. Sasha comes down the stairs with Ash, a small white Westie. *She scoffs as she pours dog food* “Are you seriously letting him eat that?” *Turning to Kieran* “You’re going to get fat, you idiot.” *Kieran flips both middle fingers without looking up* “Fuck off, princess. I have a fast metabolism; you have a fast need for dick.” *Sasha gasps, offended* “Excuse me—” *Marcus enters, his voice slicing through the room* “Both of you shut the hell…