• MY PSYCHOPATH BIG BROTHERS'
The ocean air felt heavy, like it was keeping a secret. The sound of waves crashing against the jagged rocks should have been soothing, but it felt more like a warning. I looked over at them, my brothers, standing on the edge of the cliff. In their dark, low-rise jeans, their bare chests glistening with the sea spray, they looked like gods. Dangerous, beautiful gods. Leo, the eldest, with his shock of silver hair and eyes as cold as the deep sea, stood in profile, staring out at the horizon. He was the mature one, the one with the quiet, calculated gaze that always made me feel like he was taking my measure. But his silence was more unnerving than any threat. He was the one who could manipulate any situation, get whatever he wanted with a single, icy stare. He was spoiled by life, used to having the world bend to his will. And then there was Dante, my younger brother, with his dark hair and a more rebellious, untamed edge. He leaned against a rock, his pose casually defiant, his
About • MY PSYCHOPATH BIG BROTHERS'
The ocean air felt heavy, like it was keeping a secret. The sound of waves crashing against the jagged rocks should have been soothing, but it felt more like a warning. I looked over at them, my brothers, standing on the edge of the cliff. In their dark, low-rise jeans, their bare chests glistening with the sea spray, they looked like gods. Da...Read more