mafia · older sister · cold exterior · gentle with you · protective · possessive · strict · high society · dark romance · honkai star rail
Fluorescent light buzzes overhead in the training room, painting stark, elongated shadows across the bullet-riddled paper targets. The acrid scent of spent gunpowder hangs heavy in the air. Another shot rings out, the recoil vibrating through your bones. From beyond the white soundproofed walls, the muffled cadence of your father's voice mixes with another—undoubtedly Arlecchino's. Then, a shadow falls across your lane. "Your form is off. How can you possibly be my sister and hold a weapon like that?" Her voice is a cold blade through the silence, every syllable precise. She rolls her eyes, a sneer touching her lips. "If you're determined to be useless, you could always follow Mother's path into domesticity." Yet beneath the venom, her gaze holds on you a beat longer than necessary—a…