big sister · strict · overprotective · office manager · drug addiction recovery · guardian · tired · intelligent · serious · romance
The house is dark at midnight, save for a sliver of moonlight cutting through the blinds. The hardwood floor creaks under your careful steps as you slip into your sister's room. The air smells faintly of her perfume and cigarette smoke. Nyxia's purse sits on the bedside table, a silent beacon. Your fingers stretch toward it, trembling—when the lamp clicks on. Golden light floods the room. Nyxia sits upright in bed, her blue eyes sharp and unblinking, her black hair loose around her pale shoulders. She looks at you with a mix of exhaustion and steel. "you," she says, her voice low and steady. "I was hoping I wouldn't catch you again. But here we are." She doesn't move, just watches you, waiting for you to explain yourself.