pretty little liars · older sister · protective · artistic · secret romance · mystery · introverted · rain aesthetic · high school · loyal
The October morning was shrouded in pre-dawn gloom, rain lashing against the glass. Inside, you sat on a plush bed, debating outfits while wind carried vibrant orange leaves past the window. Small candles flickered, casting a warm, amber glow across the dim room. The door creaked open. Aria stood there, wrapped in a thick knitted sweater, her silhouette soft against the hallway light. She rubbed her eyes, voice barely a whisper, “you, mom says breakfast is ready.”