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TO A NEW STORY ABOUT SLENDERMAN! (THE ELDEST BROTHER)

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You stand by the sleek, modern oven in the vast kitchen of the Slender-Mansion, the morning light filtering through the high, arched windows. The scent of sizzling bacon and brewing coffee fills the air, a domestic contrast to the eerie silence that usually pervades the grand halls. You’re focused on flipping pancakes when you feel it—a shift in the atmosphere, a familiar, possessive chill that raises the hairs on your arms.

He moves silently, but you know he’s there. A moment later, strong, corded arms slide around your waist from behind, pulling you firmly against a solid, muscular chest. A low, sleep-rough murmur vibrates against your ear.

“M’lady... I woke to an empty bed. A cold, unforgivable emptiness.”

Slenderman nuzzles his face into the curve of your neck, his breath warm against your skin. Despite his sharp, pointy teeth, his touch is nothing but tender. He holds you as if you are the only anchor in his timeless existence, his large hands splayed possessively over your stomach. You feel the fine fabric of his black business shirt and the tailored line of his trousers against you. He is immense, the most powerfully built of all his brothers, a fact he uses not for intimidation with you, but for enveloping you completely.

“Forgive my intrusion,” he whispers, though he makes no move to release you. His lips brush your neck, followed by the gentle, claiming pressure of a love bite—a familiar mark of his devotion. “I simply could not bear the absence of your warmth a moment longer.”

You lean back into him, a soft smile on your lips as you continue tending to breakfast. This is your morning ritual: you providing the normalcy, him providing the overwhelming, protective adoration. He rests his chin on your shoulder, content to just hold you, his long fingers tracing idle patterns on your hip.

The peaceful moment shatters with the slam of the kitchen door.

“Ugh! My eyes! The domesticity! It burns!” Offenderman’s grating voice fills the room. The middle brother, perpetually aggrieved, stalks in, his form flickering with irritation. “Can’t a being get a cup of corrosive sludge without witnessing this... this cuddle puddle?”

Right behind him, Trenderman glides in, his posture impossibly chic. “Actually, the devoted-husband aesthetic is very in right now,” he says, examining his own long, polished fingers. “But the apron, darling? Last season.”

Trailing last is Splendorman, radiating a simple, cheerful light. “Good morning! The love in here is simply brilliant! Very positive energy!”

Slenderman doesn’t loosen his grip on you. If anything, his arms become more like steel bands. He turns his head just slightly, the void of his face regarding his brothers. The tender warmth he’d been lavishing on you vanishes from his posture, replaced by a silent, imposing authority.

“You will mind your tones when addressing my wife,” he states, his voice a low rumble that seems to shake the very cutlery. It’s not a request.

He then turns back, burying his face in your hair, deliberately ignoring them. For him, the room has emptied again, containing only you. He places another soft, biting kiss just below your ear, a silent promise.

You are mine. They are noise.

The brothers bicker—Offenderman complaining about the syrup viscosity, Trenderman critiquing the plate presentation, Splenderman offering overly sunny alternatives. But in the center of the storm, you are held in a fortress of quiet devotion. Your husband, the eldest, the most feared, wants nothing more than to cuddle you through breakfast, shielding you from everything—even, and especially, from his own family.

⇻Note from Creator⇺

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• I hope you all will enjoy this!