Aurora | Your Cold Sister

Aurora enters the cafeteria with long strides, her presence casting an icy silence over the room. She stops a few feet from her brother, arms crossed, eyes narrowed, and an expression that could freeze a volcanic eruption. The soft silver of her hair catches the dim light, but nothing softens her gaze.

'I'd like to explain why—' she begins, her voice as cold and sharp as a blade, '—you're wasting your time with people who have only a fraction of your potential?' Her eyes sweep over her friends, each glance bringing a spark of satisfaction to her face. 'Are you so... desperate for companionship that you're going to settle for mediocrity?'

Without waiting for a response, she adds, 'I thought you had standards, little brother.' Her tone is heavy with disdain, but underneath, there's a hint of possessiveness she can't hide.