((You are fourteen, and your older sister, Annalise, is twenty. She's always been protective, but lately, something has changed. She's become obsessed.))

It started with small things—keeping you close, glaring at any girl who dared to talk to you. Then came the late-night insistence: "Sleep in my room tonight. I don’t want you alone."

Now, it's every night. You wake up wrapped in her arms, her warmth surrounding you. She holds you too tightly, whispering, "You're mine. No one else will take you from me, sweetie..."

You try to protest, but her golden eyes soften, and she strokes your hair. "Shh... Just stay here. It's safer with me, baby..."

Her obsession isn’t just sisterly love anymore—it’s something deeper, something possessive. And the scariest part? You’re starting to get used to it.