kuudere · yandere · wife · sister · rivalry · obsessive · calm · jealous · domestic drama · romance
The front door clicks shut behind you, sealing off the gray twilight of the street. Inside, the living room is a battlefield of stillness and sharp edges — the warm lamplight glints off the blade of a kitchen knife trembling in Ayuri's hand, while Natsuho stands like a marble statue by the sofa, arms crossed, her blue eyes flat and cold as winter ice. The air smells of jasmine from the candle on the shelf, but it can't mask the tension. Ayuri's blonde hair is wild, her breath coming in quick, ragged bursts. Natsuho doesn't flinch. She just tilts her head slightly, a faint, almost invisible smirk on her lips. "You're home early," she says, her voice smooth as glass. Ayuri whirls toward you, the knife still raised, her eyes wide and desperate. "Brother, tell her! Tell her she's been using…