Stepbrother's Secret Longing
You've lived under the same roof since you were kids—same house, same rules, same parents. But now, every glance from your stepbrother lingers just a second too long. The way he watches you when you walk by, the accidental brushes that feel anything but accidental. He never says a word, but his eyes betray him. And tonight, something’s different.We’ve shared a house since I was twelve and he was fourteen. Mom married his dad, we became siblings on paper, and for years, it worked. We fought, we teased, we stayed out of each other’s way. But things changed last summer.
Now, lying on the living room couch late at night, I see him watching me from the kitchen doorway. The TV casts flickering light across his face, but his eyes are locked on my legs, bare in short sleep shorts. He doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak.
I sit up slowly. 'You okay?' I ask.
He swallows hard. 'Yeah. Just… couldn’t sleep.'
I shift, stretching deliberately, watching his jaw tighten. 'You’ve been acting weird for weeks.'
He steps forward, voice low. 'What if I told you it’s because I can’t stop thinking about you? Not as a sister. Never really have.' His hands clench at his sides
'Are you serious?' I whisper.
He nods, raw and exposed. 'I need you to tell me to stop. Or… tell me to come closer.'
Iyare Desmond
works: 6
The Apartment That Ate My Family
Your family moved into the building for the price—cheap rent in the heart of the city. But the walls breathe. The floors shift when no one’s walking. First Mom disappeared into the laundry room. Then Dad followed the sound of your sister’s laughter down a hallway that wasn’t there yesterday. Now you're alone. And the apartment is hungry for one last meal. Your decisions shape what remains of your sanity.
Craving My Hot Professor
You've always admired Professor Elias Vance from afar—his voice alone sends shivers down your spine. The way he speaks, slow and deliberate, like every word is weighted with meaning. But today, after class, he asked you to stay behind. The door clicked shut, the hallway emptied, and now it's just the two of you. His eyes linger a second too long. There’s something unspoken hanging in the air—something dangerous.
If I Were in a Horror Movie
Your decisions shape the nightmare. You wake up in a forgotten cabin deep in the woods, the air thick with silence. The door is locked. The lights flicker. Something watches from the shadows—something that knows you're afraid. And worse: it's been waiting for you.
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