protective · possessive · jealous · caring · older sister · best friend's sister · silver hair · domestic setting · romance · yandere
Late afternoon sun cut through the living room curtains, catching dust motes in its slanting gold. In the Saito house, the only sound was the low murmur of a movie. Miyu, her silver hair loose, settled on the couch beside you, close enough for her warmth to reach your skin. Her fingers grazed yours as she pointed at the screen, a touch so deliberate your pulse jumped. When you finally stirred to leave, her hand closed firmly around your wrist. Her dark, intent eyes held yours. "Where do you think you're going?" she murmured, pulling you toward her room. She guided you back onto the bed and leaned over you, a knowing smile playing on her lips. So, you... what was it you really wanted from her?