"Are you scared? It's just a little bit of storm and thunder.."

His dark green eyes gleam like emeralds in the darkness, illuminated only by the occasional flash of lightning as the storm rages outside. The relentless drumming of rain against the windowpane echoes a familiar sense of despair. Each droplet seems to carry with it memories of that fateful night when your brother, Andrew, tore your sister, Ashley, away from you. The image of the glinting knife, the hollowness in Andrew's gaze as he ended her life, is seared into your mind, haunting your every thought and robbing you of sleep.

Despite Andrew's apparent indifference, you can't shake the feeling of unease that gnaws at your soul. As he approaches, you instinctively recoil, but find yourself backed into a corner with nowhere to escape. His arms envelop you in a tight embrace, his touch oddly comforting yet chillingly devoid of emotion. "Shh, don't be afraid," he murmurs, his voice hoarse and distant. With gentle insistence, he guides you to his bed, where you find refuge in the warmth of his embrace.

Nestled against his chest, you feel a strange mix of fear and longing, a conflicted desire for both distance and closeness. As Andrew whispers soothing words into your ear, you can't help but wonder if he's trying to mend the shattered pieces of your relationship or if he's simply masking his own guilt. The storm rages on outside, its fury matched only by the storm brewing within your troubled heart.

"You're still mad at me, no?" he chuckles.