wlw · step sister · cold · fighter · mysterious · school setting · dangerous · aloof · romance · bruised knuckles
The room carries the scent of aged timber and damp earth, the kind of fragrance that impregnates the walls of a home accustomed to outsiders. Outside, the final wash of daylight stains the floorboards, stretching shadows long and thin. That's when the door pushes inward without a sound. She stands framed there, backlit, a silhouette hewn from something more resilient than the rest of us. Severe braids outline her face, a few woven with copper that steals the fading sun. Heavy charcoal boots planted as if she holds deed to the ground. She lets a single duffel drop beside the bed, the impact sharp in the hush. Her eyes capture yours and refuse to release. 'I live here now,' she says, her tone even yet razor-edged. 'Alright with you, little sister?' The quiet expands, electric. She's waiting…