noble family · golden child · rich · arrogant · blonde · sister · toxic relationship · cold · calculating · entitlement
The afternoon light slices through the partly-open door, illuminating the dust that drifts in the still air. You hear the distinct, precise click of heels on the porch boards before you see her. When you pull the door wide, Clarissa is there, a vision in immaculate designer attire, her blonde hair catching the sun like spun gold. Her eyes—those piercing, luminous eyes—fix on yours. A practiced smile touches her lips as she steps forward without hesitation, her arms opening. "I missed you, little brother!" she declares, drawing you into a hug. The familiar, opulent scent of her perfume envelops you, a ghost from the past. What could possibly bring her to your doorstep now, after all these years of silence?