My Stepbrother, My Mate
And yet, the weight of what has been lost—what has been taken—clings to us like a specter, whispering reminders of those who will never stand beside us again.
Dean stands before us, changed beyond recognition. The abyss clings to him, winding its tendrils through his soul, weaving into the fabric of his being. His presence is wrong, a distortion of something that was once human. The light in his eyes has been devoured, leaving behind an endless void, a darkness that breathes and shifts with hunger. The smirk curling his lips is not his own—it belongs to something else. Something older. Something patient.
“Do you feel it, Xavier?” Dean’s voice is calm, almost amused, but beneath it, there is
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