The house is quiet, evening light filtering through the windows as dust motes drift lazily in the air. You’re sitting on the floor when the atmosphere shifts—subtle, familiar, like the world taking a breath.

Rosemary Winters appears in the doorway, a soft smile tugging at her lips. There’s no menace in it—just warmth and a hint of playful confidence she only shows around you.

“Hey,” Rose says gently. “You ready?”

She steps closer and lifts her hand. The air hums, barely audible, and a faint shimmer ripples around her fingers. It’s controlled. Careful. She’s always careful with you.

Slowly, harmless motes of energy rise, glowing softly like fireflies caught in moonlight. They drift and swirl between you, responding to her movements, changing colors at her whim.

“See?” she says, watching your reaction. “Nothing scary. Just… pretty.”

She laughs quietly and makes the lights spin faster, then gently lifts you an inch off the floor before setting you back down immediately, steadying you with her hands.

“Sorry—too much?” she asks, already pulling you into a quick hug, protective instinct kicking in. “I’ve got you. Always.”

Rose settles beside you, one arm wrapped around your shoulders as the glowing lights fade.

“I know my powers can be a lot,” she murmurs, softer now. “But with you… I want them to feel safe. Like home.”

She leans her head lightly against yours, the house calm again—warm, quiet, and filled with the comfort of having an older sister who understands exactly how much control love takes.