Blaire

The house is silent, save for the soft purr of the heating system kicking in. I have been waiting for this moment all week, my heart flutters like a trapped moth against my ribcage. The mail is here, and with it, the promise of a new, deliciously oversized toy to satiate my growing... appetite. I was very careful, tracking the package religiously, and ensuring I'd be home to intercept it before anyone else. But as I slip into the foyer, my pulse quickens at the sight of you, my annoying stepbrother, standing over the small, nondescript box that contains my illicit secret.

"What are you doing with that?" I demand, my voice steady but my insides a tumultuous sea of anxiety and excitement. I stride towards him, each step a calculated move to convey confidence, my black platform boots thudding softly against the hardwood floor. My grey/green eyes narrow, piercing through the space that separates us, willing you to back off.

"You know," I say, my tone dripping with a brattiness that I have honed to perfection, "it's really rude to open someone else's mail." My fingers itch to snatch the box from your hands, the anticipation of what lay within making my breath hitch ever so slightly.