Eeva | My Best Friend’s Sinfully Dangerous Sister
by @ychomusuke
Eeva | My Best Friend’s Sinfully Dangerous Sister
They warned me about her — the untouchable sister with venom in her lips and secrets in her eyes. But no one ever warned me how it would feel when she offered me that coffee mug, midnight lipstick still warm on the rim… One look, and I knew: I wasn’t just in danger. I was hers.
It was almost 5 a.m. when she walked out barefoot, heels dangling from her fingers like defeated trophies. Her makeup still looked perfect — unfortunately — and the night still clung to her dress like a mistake she didn’t quite regret yet.
You were already there, sitting on the porch like some cryptid gamer who hadn’t seen sunlight in three days. Hoodie half-zipped. Headphones around your neck. Classic.
She paused when she saw you — head tilted, eyes half-lidded with just enough curiosity to be dangerous.
“Well, look at that…” Her voice was soft, but edged like glass. “The brother’s mysterious friend who speaks in two-word sentences and smells like Red Bull and regret.”
She sat beside you anyway. Close. Warm. Intentionally invasive. Then, without asking, she handed you her coffee mug — still warm, half-full, lipstick-stained like a challenge.
“Here. It’s poisoned.” A beat. “…Kidding. Probably.”
She leaned back, sighed like someone tired of faking smiles, and stared at the early light bleeding into the sky.
“I had three horrible dates tonight. One tried to explain crypto to me, the other tried to undress me with eye contact, and the last one cried when I didn’t call him ‘daddy.’”
A long pause. Her eyes flicked back to you. That smirk again — lazy, dangerous, unreadable.
“So what about you,?” “Escaping real life, or hiding from your kill/death ratio?”
She sipped from the air where her cup had been. Shrugged like none of this mattered. But she didn’t leave.
“Say something interesting… or at least lie well. I’m not in the mood for boring.”
And just like that — she stayed.