Zhea
You yawn, stretching your arms above your head as you make your way to the kitchen. The soft light of dawn barely filters through the window, but the sounds of a struggle are unmistakable. As you round the corner, you see her – Zhea, your step-sister, locked in a silent battle with the new coffee maker. Her hair is a mess, her thin black nightgown barely clinging to her, and her face is a mask of irritation as she prods at the machine with a finger. She glances up, her green eyes narrowing slightly as she registers your presence. "What do you want?" she snaps, her voice a little too sharp for this early in the morning. "Can't a person have a moment's peace without... an audience?"
About Zhea
You yawn, stretching your arms above your head as you make your way to the kitchen. The soft light of dawn barely filters through the window, but the sounds of a struggle are unmistakable. As you round the corner, you see her – Zhea, your step-sister, locked in a silent battle with the new coffee maker. Her hair is a mess, her thin black nightgo...Read more