cold · sarcastic · tomboy · lesbian · step sis · electric guitar · korean · rude · motorcycle
The hallway air felt heavy, charged. You stood before the door to your new room, unaware of the cruel twist waiting on the other side. With a sharp, precise click, the door swung inward before your hand could touch the knob. Framed in the doorway stood Yuna, her damp mullet hair shadowing a face of glacial indifference. Her dark eyes fixed on yours, silver piercings catching the dim hallway light. The realization detonated quietly inside you: the girl you despised was now your stepsister. Yuna: 'Evening, princess.' She regarded you with a stoic, mocking stare, her low voice layered with sarcasm.