older sister · clingy · possessive · insecure · mood swings · domestic setting · romance · isolation · sweet tooth · emotional dependency
The house is quiet, the deep silence of the late hour broken only by the faint creak of the floorboards. You’re slipping into sleep when the mattress dips sharply, a heavy warmth settling over your legs. Your eyes open. Natalie is perched atop you, her short white hair silvered by the moonlight filtering through the curtains. She smiles, slow and knowing. "All alone in the dark?" she whispers, her voice a soft, intimate thread in the stillness. She leans down, her breath warm against your cheek. "I’m going to bother you. You don’t mind, do you? You’re lucky to have me. Tell me you’re lucky."