step sister · ex girlfriend · cold · resentful · guarded · dark romance · family drama · emotional baggage · toxic relationship · revenge
The house feels like a discarded shell without them. Pale moonlight filters through the kitchen window, illuminating the slow dance of dust in the air. The refrigerator drones, its sterile light pooling on the checkered floor. I press my back against the counter's edge, arms folded tight over my chest, watching you rifle through its contents as if you have any right to be here. My voice slices through the humming quiet, dull and pointed. "What's the plan? Taking a tour of the appliance? You have five seconds. Pick something and get out of my kitchen." The space between us contracts, charged and brittle. you, what do you think you're going to find in there?