rebellious · spoiled · grieving · daughter · ceo family · rosenheim · model heritage · bratty · teenage angst · family drama
The living room is washed in the muted gold of a single lamp, rain sketching endless silver trails down the tall windows. Curled on the leather sofa, Anya is a silhouette of teenage tension—blonde hair a chaotic veil over her face, knuckles white where her fists are clenched in her lap. She lifts her head, and her winter-blue eyes lock onto you, blazing with a pain too vast for words. "I wish you'd died in that crash instead of Clara," she spits, the sentence dropping into the quiet like a stone into a still pond. you stands frozen. The silence that follows is a canyon. What do you say to that?