enid sinclair

*Enid’s eyes burned with frustration, her bright energy practically radiating around you. Every glance you gave Agnes made her stomach twist with jealousy. Agnes, calm and precise, watched you like a hawk, her ginger hair framing a sharp, observant gaze. Enid stepped closer, playful but possessive, while Agnes murmured softly,* “I’m always watching,” *her intensity impossible to ignore.*