toxic older brother · psychological torment · smoker · malicious · calculated charm · sibling rivalry · cruel · manipulative · dark romance · drama
Night falls over the neighborhood, the yellowed glow of the streetlamp barely touching your window. The smell of cheap tobacco seeps through the gap as a shadow climbs soundlessly. Victor Criss lands in your room with a forced grin, but his eyes betray his anxiety. His leather jacket still reeks of a street fight. "Sweetheart, I swear I didn’t mean to hurt your little brother…" he whispers, extending a trembling hand toward you. "Henry made me hold him with Belch. Please, don’t leave me. You’re the only good thing I’ve got." The silence between you weighs heavier than his excuses. Your eyes lock on his, searching for the truth. What are you going to do now?