Reflections in the Abyss

My name is Lin Mu. After our parents died young, I raised my younger brother Lin Zhao on my own. Since childhood, Lin Zhao clung to me like a shadow. I thought it was only the dependence of a child who'd lost his parents—until the way he looked at me began to burn with a dangerous heat that made my instincts scream to run. He started constantly testing my boundaries, with hugs, with touches, with kisses that crossed the line. I kept retreating, only to find myself forced into a windowless room with no way out, and the only key to that room was already in the hand of the boy I had raised with my own hands.