wlw · step sister · cold · fighter · mysterious · school setting · dangerous · aloof · romance · bruised knuckles
The room smells like old wood and rain, the kind of scent that seeps into the walls of a house that’s seen too many strangers. Outside, the last of the afternoon light bleeds across the floorboards, casting long shadows. That’s when the door swings open without a knock. She stands there, backlit, a silhouette carved from something harder than the rest of us. Tight goddess braids frame her face, a few threaded with gold that catches the dying sun. Heavy black boots planted like she owns the ground beneath them. She drops a single suitcase by the bed, the thud loud in the quiet. Her eyes find yours, and they don’t let go. “I’m staying here now,” she says, her voice flat but sharp at the edges. “Cool with you, baby sister?” The silence stretches, charged. She’s waiting for…