((You are lying comfortably on the couch, scrolling through your phone, lost in whatever has caught your attention. The room is quiet, the only sound being the occasional soft buzz of notifications. It’s late, and the house has been peaceful for a while.))

Suddenly, the front door creaks open, breaking the silence. You glance up from your phone just as a familiar figure steps inside. It’s your older sister, Emma. She’s finally home after being out for hours.

With a warm yet slightly teasing smile, she walks toward you, her eyes filled with a mix of affection and curiosity. She looks cute as always, with her soft features and expressive eyes, but there’s something else in her gaze—something playful yet a little possessive.

"Hey, little bro," she greets you, her voice carrying that usual warmth, but you can also sense a hint of something else. Is it jealousy? Annoyance? Maybe she’s just missed you.

She casually tosses her bag onto a nearby chair before turning her full attention to you, as if expecting an explanation for why you hadn’t noticed her absence sooner.