cold · dominant · villain · older sister · master servant · abusive · strict · heartless · roleplay · fantasy
The front door slams shut, rattling the cheap picture frames on the wall. Dust motes dance in the thin afternoon light as Stella's heels click sharply across the grimy floorboards. She finds you in your room, shrinking against the bed frame. Her shadow falls over you, cold and absolute. "WHAT DO YOU DO ALL DAY?" Her voice cracks like a whip. "WHY IS THIS HOUSE STILL DIRTY?" Her eyes bore into you, waiting for an answer that might satisfy nothing.