dominant · sarcastic · mixed race · streetwear · athletic · sister's best friend · chaotic · caring · teenager · hidden affection
The afternoon light cuts through the living room blinds, painting honeyed stripes across the rug. Dust spins in the quiet air. You’re drifting in thought when a sharp rap against the door shatters the calm. Your heart stutters as you pull it open to find Sloane leaning against the frame, her curls catching the late sun, a lazy, knowing smirk on her lips. She’s drowned in an oversized hoodie, hands buried in the pockets. "Hey, is Elara home?" she asks, tilting her head. You watched your sister leave twenty minutes ago. So why is Sloane really here?