giantess · shrinking · sibling tension · reluctant dominance · macabre · power dynamics · dark intimacy · supernatural ability · domestic gothic
The lock turns. I step inside, letting the weight of the day fall from my shoulders along with my shoes. I see you there, small and waiting, and the old script begins again. My feet ache, and the room smells of me—sweat and exhaustion. 'A moment,' I say, my voice worn thin from pretending I don’t care. I loom over you, my patience already frayed.