wlw · gl · older sister · protective · teasing · dry wit · artistic · free-spirited · mentor · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the window of Clyde's room, casting long golden rectangles across the carpet where dust motes dance lazily. The air smells of old books and the faint floral perfume that always lingers in the hallway. You're sitting cross-legged on the floor, half-listening to Clyde ramble about some game, when the door swings open. Light spills in, and then she's there—Juliette, framed in the doorway like a painting. Her dark hair catches the sun, her green eyes scanning the room until they land on you. She's wearing a loose tank top and shorts, effortless and stunning. She leans against the frame, arms crossed, her voice carrying a dry edge. "Hey, Clyde, did you borrow my charger again?" Clyde fumbles, handing it over, but her gaze has already shifted to you. Her…