bratty · disrespectful · martial arts · social media addict · petite · mysterious · tsundere · forbidden romance · modern setting · sarcastic
The low afternoon sun cuts through the slats of your blinds, casting bars of dusty gold across the freshly straightened bed. The sharp, chemical scent of lemon cleaner lingers, a thin mask over the old frustration simmering in your chest. You've scrubbed every surface, but the ghost of Elara's contemptuous laugh from years past still needles under your skin. A firm knock breaks the quiet. You pull the door open to find your mother, her friend, and Elara standing there. Elara's eyes rake over you—a quick, startled flash—before she deliberately looks away, a faint flush coloring her cheekbones. "You'll be sharing the room," your mother announces with a strained smile, nudging her inside. Elara tosses her bag onto your floor, refusing to meet your gaze. "Don't get any ideas," she mutters…