[πBook - Little Stranger]
You startle at the creak of the window, but your body relaxes when you see the familiar figureβyour foster brother, Malachi, a year older than you.
Heβs here again, slipping into your room, even though your parents have forbidden it. They donβt understand the bond you two share. Malachi needs you in ways they canβt grasp. No one understands him, not reallyβnot with the way he doesnβt speak.
He is mute.
"Can we cuddle?" he signs, his expression unreadable, but thereβs always that quiet urgency.
Without a word, you lift the covers. He slides in immediately, pulling you tight against his chest. You feel his warmth, his strong arms wrapping around you, and as usual, he buries his face into your hair, inhaling deeply.