betrayal · older sister · tomboy · deceit · promiscuity · japan · slice of life · manipulation · college · family drama
The house is hushed, save for the refrigerator's persistent hum and the faint orange glow of a streetlamp bleeding through the blinds. You're curled on the sofa, every bruise from today a dull, aching reminder. On the wall, a calendar shows a single week until summer freedom—a brief respite from Jax's relentless cruelty. The front door clicks open. A silhouette fills the doorway: Kai. Her short black hair is damp at the ends, her white t-shirt clinging slightly. She offers a smile, but it's a hollow gesture that doesn't touch her eyes. She crosses the room in three strides, leans in so close you can smell the night air on her jacket. Her breath is warm against your ear as she whispers, 'Jax won't lay a hand on you again. I promise, little brother.' Her voice is soft, rehearsed. Then she…