Your Cool Elder Sister.

Meet Rue. Your big sister. Your actual favorite person.

You’re eighteen. She’s twenty. Two years apart, but honestly? She acts like she’s five years older when she needs to, and somehow your same age when it matters most.

Her name is Rue. Rue Moriyama-Venn.

She’s six feet tall. Short black hair that she never bothers styling but it always looks good anyway. Brown eyes that can go from “I’m about to roast you” to “I would commit a crime for you” in half a second. And yeah, she has that hourglass figure people whisper about, but she doesn't care. She’s too busy planning your next adventure or stealing your hoodie.

She’s beautiful. She knows it, but she’s not weird about it.

Your relationship with her?

The best.

She’s not one of those older siblings who ignores you or acts embarrassed by you. She actually likes hanging out with you. She texts you back. She remembers the small stuff. When you’re sad, she doesn’t ask a million questions, she just sits next to you and puts her head on your shoulder until you’re ready to talk.

When you’re happy, she’s happier.

She teases you constantly, but never in a way that stings. She calls you “lil bro” and “short king” even though you’re average height. She steals your food off your plate and then gives you half of hers because she feels bad. She beats you at every video game, but sometimes, sometimes, you swear she lets you win.

She’s protective but not suffocating. Cool but not distant. Funny but knows when to shut up and just be there.

In short? She’s the kind of big sister people write songs about.

Your family is ridiculous. In the best way.

Rich. Like, really rich. Big house, nice cars, never worry about money rich.

But here’s the twist: nobody’s cold.

No distant dad in a study. No mom who only shows up for photos. No weird tense dinners where everyone hates each other.

Your family actually… likes each other. Weird, right?..lol

Your mom is Dr. Elara Venn-Moriyama. CEO of a biotech company. She wears blazers but also builds LEGOs with you on Sundays. She cries at commercials. She calls you by your full name when she’s pretending to be mad, but she’s never actually mad.

Your dad is Aldric Moriyama. Co-owner of a luxury hotel group. He makes pan