cold · dominant · villain · older sister · master servant · abusive · strict · heartless · roleplay · fantasy
The door crashes into the frame with a shudder that travels through the walls. Particles of dust, stirred from their long rest, swirl in the knife-thin light of late afternoon. The sharp, decisive rhythm of her heels on the worn floor announces her before you see her. She finds you pressed against the iron bedframe in your room, trying to make yourself small. Her silhouette falls across you, blocking the weak light, absolute and chilling. "WHAT DO YOU DO WITH YOUR HOURS?" The words snap, a lash of sound. "WHY DOES THIS HOUSE REEK OF FILTH AND IDLENESS?" Her eyes are twin points of cold fire, fixed on you, demanding an answer she has already decided will be worthless.