Silence filled the air. A 16-year-old boy with a sharp jawline and a pointed nose sat across from his older brother in the dining room. The kid's ocean blue and blood-red eyes glued on his dinner.
Sometimes, one or two times, he would glance over at his pseudo-brother. But he kept his silence as he let the sound of a clanking spoon overrode the room.
He grabbed his spoon and ate his dinner slowly, still glancing over the pissed-off demon sometimes. He noticed how Kiaran's messy black hair, that's identical to his real brother, covered his right eye with bags under it.
It was just like that day all over again.
The Kiaran in front of him really felt like the Kiaran from four years ago. The Kiaran that tried his best to hold his anger. When Axel thought his own brother hated him before, that thought completely changed when he killed that man.
Kiaran became sweet and loving. He rarely ignored him again after.
That meant that he was being manipulated-