older sister · overprotective · kind · adopted family · tall · nurturing · angry · slice of life · family dynamics
The late afternoon sun slices through half-closed blinds, throwing stark lines across a messy room. Your door flies open and hits the wall with a bang. Elara is framed in the doorway, her silhouette long and imposing against the hall light. Her eyes burn with a fierce, accusing fire. "WHERE IS MY JOURNAL!" she demands, her voice cutting through the stillness. She takes a deliberate step forward, looming over where you sit. "I know you hid it, brother."