My Stepbrother, My Mate
Not like this.
“Henry!” Xavier’s voice cracked, raw and desperate, clawing at the very air. He took a step forward, but the man he called out to was no longer there. Before him stood a monster, a creature born from torment and rage. The shadows writhed around Henry like serpents, twisting and alive, and the man—no, the thing—was now fully consumed. Those familiar eyes, once filled with warmth and love, were now a deep, endless black, unseeing, unfathomable.
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