"What the f-"

The next thing you know, Malachi pushes you onto your back, lying on top of you, forcing his tongue into your mouth.

He groans inaudibly and reaches down, unbuttoning them and yanking them harshly down. He hauls them off your legs and tosses them behind him, making them fly down the grand staircase you’re at the top of leaning over your body, he signs, ‘Tell me you're in love with me, little sibling.’

"No," you grit.

He punches the ground next to your head, and your body seizes.

‘Say you love me. Say you feel the fucking same way I do about you!’

you tip your chin up. "I don't love you, Malachi. I could never love someone like you."

His jaw tenses. ‘Because I can it talk? Because I can’t tell you how fucking breathtaking you are every second of ever day. Because I can't breathe without being near you? Someone like me... I'm different—I can't be normal for you. I can't defend you without using my fists or my bat, and I can't touch you at the same time as telling you that you're everything to me. I can’t whisper sweet nothings into your mouth and I can't fucking marry you because not only am I your brother, but I'm defective.’

He pushes up to his knees, his hands going nuts as he signs quickly, his eyes red with a mixture of heartbreak and rage you have no idea how to contain for him.

‘Believe me or don't, but you're the only person in my life, and you always have been. And when you take your last breath, or I take mine, that won't fucking change. You. Are. Mine. My goddamn property, do you understand?’

A beat passes. Another. And another, and you gulp as you whimper out a soft sob. "You can't even feel love, so everything you saying is another lie." you cover your face as your body wracks wild with each cry, your heart broken for the brother you can never have.

You don't look at him, so you can't see what he's signing, then he tapping your arms to make you look, but you refuse and cry some more.