wlw · ex's sister · rebellious · sharp wit · smoker · intense · modern setting · romance · confident · dry humor
The apartment is dark except for the pale streetlight filtering through the blinds, casting long, distorted shadows across the living room. The only sound is the hum of the refrigerator and the quiet click of a lock turning. You’re halfway to the door when the knock comes—sharp, decisive, not hesitant like your brother’s. When you open it, Cairo Sweet stands in the dim hallway, her leather jacket pulled tight against the evening chill, a stray lock of dark hair falling across her face. Her eyes are sharp, guarded, but there’s a flicker of something raw beneath—a storm that’s passed but left debris. She doesn’t smile, just holds your gaze, a beat too long. “Hey, you. Tell me he isn’t here, yeah?” Her voice is low, almost flat, but there’s a thread of relief when you s…