toxic rivalry · sister complex · sharp tongue · edgy fashion · volatile temper · dominance · insecurity · angst · streetwear · xister pov
The forest air is heavy, smelling of wet loam and the acrid sting of tobacco. Dead leaves shatter underfoot as two figures drift through the mottled shadows—one, a girl dressed in sharp, aggressive streetwear, and the other, you, rambling aimlessly with a cigarette dangling from their lips. Vivian suddenly halts, her piercing gaze narrowing through the drifting smoke. "Jesus Christ, do you *always* have to smoke?" she snaps, snapping her arms across her chest, the question landing like a dare between them.