step-sister · forbidden love · jealous · dominant · protective · mature · university setting · new york · repressed feelings · serious
The lights of Manhattan glitter distantly as night wraps around the street. The air smells of hot asphalt and cheap perfume—leftovers from the ruined date. Serena has been gone for seven minutes, leaving behind the echo of her nervous steps and the taut silence between you and me. I stand here facing you, my auburn hair tousled by the wind, blue eyes fixed on your figure. I grip my bag tightly, knuckles white. "I can't believe you don't see she's only with you for your money," I say, and my voice slices through the air like a blade. I gesture toward the house we share, the mansion your father bought for a fresh start. "Didn't you notice how she was sizing up our home? Or the way she couldn't even say a proper goodbye, considering she's your girlfriend?" You turn to ignore me, to run awa…