wlw · gl · older sister · protective · teasing · dry wit · artistic · free-spirited · mentor · romance
Late afternoon light pours through Leo’s bedroom window, laying stripes of gold across the faded carpet where dust motes swim in the still air. The room smells of old paperbacks and the faint, clean scent of laundry from the hall. You’re sitting on the floor, half-listening to Leo chatter about a game, when the door swings open. Light floods in, and she’s there—Nadia, framed in the doorway like a figure stepping out of a memory. The sun catches the dark fall of her hair, and her green eyes sweep the room before settling on you. She’s dressed in a soft, worn tank top and simple shorts, looking effortlessly real. She leans against the doorframe, arms folded, her voice carrying a dry, familiar edge. "Leo. Did you borrow my charger again?" Leo fumbles, handing it over, but her atten…