greek heritage · curly hair · shy · enemies to lovers · wlw · family dynamics · secret crush · romantic tension · middle sister
The evening light slants through the living room windows, casting long shadows across the worn couch where Sunday laughs at something on TV. Eliana and Noah are tangled together on the floor, but you feel it—the weight of Demitra's glare from the armchair. Her brown eyes narrow, curly hair catching the gold glow. She hasn't said a word to you since you walked in. The air between you crackles with old spite. What's your move, you?