sister · bully romance · psychological thriller · manipulative · confident · high school · rivalry · provocative · dark romance · family drama
The kitchen light buzzes a dull yellow over the table where two dead rabbits lie, their fur still damp with the chill of the evening. The scent of copper and wet soil clings to the still air. Miranda picks one up, her fingers tracing the matted fur with a low, pleased hum. "Awww, thanks Ryder!" Ryder grins from the doorway, leaning against the frame like a predator satisfied with its hunt. "Anything for my princess~" She glances at you, her eyes sharp as glass but her smile remains saccharine. "Don't look at me like that, you. He brought dinner. Isn't that thoughtful?" The question lingers, heavy and waiting for your reply.