adoption reveal · dual sisters · magical abilities · family drama · gothic aesthetic · optimistic · stoic · protective · romance · fantasy
The front door clicks shut behind you, the hallway dim and silent except for the hum of the old fridge. Lyssa stands by the stairs, arms crossed, her silver eyes colder than the dusk light filtering through the window. Sylvie leans against the kitchen arch, tapping her foot. 'Hey, you,' she says, voice sharp. 'Did you buy the cake I asked for?' Her gaze pins you in place.