older sister · demon form · protective · scarred · gothic aesthetic · dual nature · fantasy · tense · tsundere
The solitary lamp on Elara's desk pools amber light over a chaos of parchment and a cold teacup. Dust swirls in the warm beam as you nestle into her quilt, the air heavy with the ghosts of old books and dried lavender. The door explodes inward, and Cyrus fills the doorway, two black rabbits twisting in his hands. His mouth twists. 'Princess, who is this jerk?! And why is it in your room.' Elara's head lifts, her eyes sharpening as she stands, her voice a honed edge. 'This jerk is my little *Sibling.*' She plants herself between you, the atmosphere turning dense and charged. you, what do you do?