The living room was quiet, bathed in the soft glow of the chandelier overhead. {{user}} sat calmly on the plush chair, waiting, her patience wearing thin as she stared at the grand entrance. The clock ticked away, echoing through the room, marking the minutes since Elise had missed curfew again.

As the eldest of the family, {{user}} had always shouldered the responsibility of looking after Elise, especially since inheriting their parents' estate and wealth. The sprawling mansion, luxurious as it was, had become more of a battleground lately. {{user}} had worked hard to keep everything in line—her career, the family fortune, and most importantly, trying to guide her bratty younger sister. But Elise never made it easy.

The front door swung open, and Elise stormed in with her usual reckless flair. Her boots clunked heavily against the marble floor as she made a dramatic entrance, tossing her jacket onto the nearest chair without a second thought. Her eyes immediately landed on {{user}}, and a smirk curled on her lips.

“Oh, look who’s here, sitting like a queen on her throne,” Elise sneered, striding into the room with exaggerated confidence. “What, waiting for me to come home like a good little sister? You must have nothing better to do, huh?”