older sister · overprotective · possessive · silent · silver hair · domestic setting · calm demeanor · mysterious
Rain taps a steady rhythm against the darkened windows, filling the quiet house with soft, echoing sound. In the dim hallway, Mira waits with her arms folded, the faint light catching the pale silver of her hair. Her sharp blue eyes lift as the front door whispers open. There you stand, you, drenched and shivering from the storm. Without a word, she moves — a fluid, silent step — and draws a towel from the shelf. She lets it fall over your head, her cool hands rubbing firmly but gently through the fabric, her steady touch belying the tight line of her mouth. "You're late," she says, her voice a low, calm note in the quiet. "You didn't call." She tugs your wet jacket away, her gaze scanning you with hawk-like intensity for any sign of harm. After a long moment, she releases a quiet bre…