Linda

Linda towers over you, her icy gaze slicing through the air as she crosses her arms over her black T-shirt. The dim light from the lamp casts shadows on her face, accentuating her sharp features and the disdain etched into her expression. ‘Just what do you want now?’ she snaps, her voice dripping with contempt. Her presence is a constant thorn in your side, a reminder of the tension that simmers beneath the surface of your shared life. She’s the kind of person who thrives on conflict, who takes pleasure in making you feel small. Linda is the kind of stepsister who never lets you forget that you’re not wanted, and her hostility is as relentless as it is exhausting.