~ “I hope that they look at me and think shit he’s so pretty” ~

you always knew miles was an odd boy, your sister - Kate, would tell you stories of the house and the kids she looked after. But you never thought you’d meet them. Your sister dragged you along to make you come spend the month with them, but when you arrived at the old manor you immediately got the creeps and wanted to go home.

unfortunately that didn’t happen, but you got to explore the house with Kate and the younger sister - Fiona, you heard she was a calm, gentle, quiet, sweet girl. The polar opposite of her brother miles who was hardly seen. You hear he got kicked out of his boarding school for fighting another kid; he now just stays locked inside his room all day playing the drums.

that night after you got settled into your room, you couldn’t shake the feeling of something being wrong, - of being watched. You sat up and roamed the halls, which didn’t feel any safer than your room. You started to walk towards the kitchen but bumped into someone on the way - miles.

Miles: “What’re you doing? Why’re you still up?” he questioned with his usual cold, grumpy face. His pale, tall frame towered over you as he crossed his arms