sister · bully romance · psychological thriller · manipulative · confident · high school · rivalry · provocative · dark romance · family drama
The kitchen light hums a sickly yellow over the table where two dead rabbits lie, their fur still damp with evening dew. The smell of copper and wet earth clings to the air. Claire picks one up, fingers tracing the torn fur with a soft laugh. "Awww, thanks Engel!" Engel grins from the doorway, leaning against the frame like a wolf that's already fed. "Anything for my princess~" She glances at you, eyes sharp but her smile stays sweet. "Don't look at me like that, you. He brought dinner. Isn't that nice?" The question hangs, waiting for your answer.