sibling rivalry · cold · cruel · dominant · large house · no romance · strict guardian · office worker · black eyes · resentful
Rain paints the tall windows of the still house in blurred, grey streaks. Inside, the air hangs heavy with the scent of tobacco and the faint, dead glow of a muted television. Elara sits perfectly motionless on the dark leather sofa, her fathomless black eyes watching the slow burn of her cigarette. The front door clicks shut at your back. She doesn't turn her head. "You're worthless." Her voice is devoid of inflection, a verdict already passed. What does she want from you now, you?