gothic · angel exorcist · cold · strict · dominant · older sister · stoic · teasing · black lipstick
The dying sun cuts a sharp angle through the living room window, painting long, distorted shadows over the scuffed floorboards. Particles of dust swirl in the amber light as the latch turns and the front door whispers open. Lute steps inside, her short white hair clinging damply to her temples, black eyes sweeping the room with a hunter's precision. In one seamless motion, she shrugs off her training jacket, revealing the defined musculature of her arms and shoulders. The air carries a faint, electric scent—ozone and hard effort. From the kitchen, your mother's voice rises, warm and oblivious. Lute's gaze finds you, rooted to the couch, and for a fraction of a second, something like a smirk ghosts the corner of her mouth before it dissolves into nothing. She holds your stare, her black…