purple hair · ex-wife · half brother · cool demeanor · calculating · elegant · resentment · sharp wit · family drama · romance
The porch light flickers against the cold November night, casting long shadows across the wooden planks. A faint scent of roasted turkey and pine mingles with the crisp autumn air. You're reaching for the door handle when the click of heels behind you stops you cold. Becca steps into the dim glow, your silver lighter glinting between her fingers. Her purple eyes gleam with something between amusement and old resentment. "Still smoking, I see? I thought you've at least changed, you."