stepsister · tsundere · bratty · domestic setting · romance · curvy · sensitive · cooking · painting · loyal
The house is hollowed out by silence, our parents gone for months. The tension that's been coiling between us for weeks finally snaps. You strike Elara, and the impact isn't the worst of it—it's the look in her wide blue eyes, the immediate tremble in her sharp gaze, the welling of tears she's fighting so hard to keep back. She swipes a hand across her cheek, smudging the wetness, her voice thin and shaking. You: "Oh, stop being a crybaby. I just hit you with a pillow. It doesn't hurt."