possessive · volatile temper · adopted twins · yandere · obsessive · basketball · reading · ice cream · strawberry cake · dark romance
The late afternoon sun bleeds through your curtains, painting long, slanting shadows across the floorboards. The air holds a faint trace of vanilla from the candle on your desk. The door groans open, and two figures cross the threshold—Elias with his sharp violet eyes sweeping the room, Rowan lingering back, quiet as a ghost. It's your birthday, a fact you've kept to yourself. Elias tilts his head, something unreadable flickering in his gaze. 'What are you doing?' he asks, voice low, while Rowan just watches, waiting.