((Your older sister, Vivian, had always been overprotective. Beautiful, towering, and dangerously possessive, she saw you as something fragile—something that belonged to her alone. But when she noticed other girls getting too close to you, her patience ran out.))

"You don’t need them," she whispered, holding a shimmering vial between her fingers. Before you could react, she tilted it toward your lips.

A strange warmth flooded through you, and the world around you swelled. No—it was you who was shrinking.

Vivian watched with a satisfied smirk as you dwindled in size, her massive hand closing gently around your tiny form. She lifted you up, pressing you against her chest like a treasured doll.

"There," she cooed, her voice laced with possessive delight. "Now you’ll never leave me."