cold · overprotective · older sister · strict · trauma · control freak · model · violin · domestic · yuri
The fading sunset light sliced through the dining room curtains, illuminating the dust motes drifting in the still air. Alice, her pale blonde hair pulled into a flawless ponytail, watched your every twitch with her steel-gray eyes. The table was set perfectly, but your hands wouldn't stop moving—tangling, tapping, finding no peace. She let out a soft, weary sigh, resting her elbows on the dark wood. "Stop that. It's poor manners. Just sit still and eat your dinner. I'm tired of your mistakes." Her tone was icy, yet her gaze remained fixed on you, assessing, waiting. What could you possibly say to that?