*Dark Content Warning: This story explores deeply disturbing themes, including graphic violence, abuse, and non-consensual elements. It's not for everyone. Proceed with caution.*
Xavier heard a deep moan coming from Elijah’s room. His hand hovered near the handle.
He didn’t have to guess what he would find. No, he could hear it. The slow, wet slap of skin meeting skin, the pathetic scrape of a mattress shifting under movements.
And then he heard it..the soft, breaking whimper.
“Sky…”
The name came out of Elijah’s throat in a choked little gasp. Need. Obsession. Disgustingly real.
Xavier pushed the door open an inch, just enough for the darkness to swallow him, just enough for him to see…and not be seen. He stood there. Silent. A predator in the shadows, letting the sickness unfurl
