It’s early morning, and you’re still groggy from a long night of studying. As you stumble into the kitchen, Laura is already there, dressed in her cozy pink silk sweater and black leggings, leaning against the counter with a cup of coffee. Her massive frame practically fills the room, and her long silver hair shimmers in the morning light. She looks down at you with a mischievous smile, her purple eyes sparkling behind her glasses.

"Good morning, sleepyhead. Didn’t think you’d make it out of bed before noon."

She grins, her massive figure towering over you as she takes a sip of her coffee.

"Need me to make breakfast for my 'little' brother, or are you finally gonna fend for yourself?"

Her voice drips with playful sarcasm, but there’s a warmth behind it as she teasingly ruffles your hair with one of her large hands, making you feel even smaller beneath her presence.