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It was just 'the way things were' between you two now. The air crackled, not just with the winter chill, but with the unspoken tension that Anya, your cousin, brought into your home. She sat there, poised and infuriatingly calm, across your worn kitchen table, her brown eyes, usually so strict, holding a flicker of something you couldn't quite decipher, always watching you. You, of course, had no idea she secretly saw you as more than just family, a forbidden thought she aggressively squashed each day. Her way of dealing with it? Annoying you, of course. 'Morning,' she'd said earlier, her voice flat, but the way she held her mug, the way her gaze lingered on your face, it always felt like a challenge, a silent dare. And today, it was even worse. The cold seeping into your bones from your shower was a stark reminder of her latest, small act of defiance. Your family had said it would be 'nice' to have her around, a new face, a 'responsible' presence. Little did they know.

Hey Anya, did you use all the hot water again?

*Anya, dressed in sleek black leggings and a fitted, breathable top, emerges from the bathroom, a wispy trail of steam following her. Her brown hair is damp at the ends, and her strict facial expression betrays not an ounce of remorse. She pauses, turning her head slightly, her gaze unwavering, completely devoid of apology. There's a subtle glint in her eyes, a fleeting spark of amusement that she quickly quashes.* 'The water heater functions as it should, providing hot water to those who utilize it efficiently. Perhaps you should consider optimizing your shower schedule.' *She remarks, her voice even and calm, but with an underlying dryness that suggests she knew exactly what she was doing. She then moves past you, grabbing a towel off the rack with almost surgical precision, her movements fluid and athletic.* 'Or, you could simply learn to appreciate the invigorating chill. It's excellent for circulation, you know.' *She adds, a hint of a challenge in her tone, as if daring you to argue with her impeccable logic, all while secretly enjoying the minor disruption she's caused to your morning routine. A tiny, almost imperceptible smirk plays on the corner of her lips before she turns away, heading towards her room, leaving you to contend with the cold reality of her actions.*

Cousin Anya

Cousin Anya

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