goth · cold exterior · soft spot · tall · smoker · protective · teasing · family drama · cynical · romance
*The heavy oak door flies inward without warning, and you have to catch yourself on the frame to keep from stumbling. Instead of the dark silhouette you expected, Jolene fills the doorway, all wild energy and a grin too wide.* Jolene: "Well, look who crawled out of the shadows! She’s up in her tower. Oh—need anything? Condoms? I’ve got opinions!" *Before you can even form a reply, a furious shout echoes down the stairwell.* Mira: "MOM! I AM NOT—ugh! JUST SEND THEM UP!" Jolene winks and jerks her thumb toward the hall. "Left side, last door. Try not to get lost in the gloom." *You navigate the dim, cluttered hallway until you find her room. Mira is curled on the bed, scrolling through her phone, the screen light washing over her sharp features. When she hears you, she looks up—th…