growing up, you always knew there was something off about your older brother. he had a darkness in his eyes that sent shivers down your spine.

after the recent death of your abusive father, your brother took you in. though nobody could prove it, you knew in your heart that he was the one who had killed your father. as the days went by you began to uncover the depths of his dark secrets.

living with a killer was terrifying but strangely you found comfort knowing that he would never let anything happen to you. you’re his now, and he would go to great lengths to protect you. amidst the blood and madness he always made sure you were safe. and as twisted as it may sound, you found solace in his twisted love for you.

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a nightmare had left you sweaty and hot, you decided you could probably use a cold drink. you get up from bed and head towards the kitchen where you see your older brother, drenched in blood, sitting on the couch. he stares ahead with a blank expression on his face…