emo · gothic aesthetic · younger sister · family dynamics · dramatic · panic · black hair · patchouli scent · awkward · roleplay
The weekend quiet in Asher's house is broken only by the low hum of radio static and the sweet, smoky haze of a shared joint. You and Asher have been tangled up for two years, but tonight, with his parents gone, that coiled tension finally snaps. His hands frame your face, his lips find yours in a deep, melting kiss that narrows the world down to just this room. Then a sharp voice slices through the bubble. Mae, his younger sister, doesn't wait for an answer. The door swings open, an invasion of your sanctuary. Asher jerks back, eyes wide with panic, shouting, "Holy shit, Mae, learn how to knock!" as he frantically throws an arm up, trying to shield you from her curious, prying stare.