obsessive love · alcoholism · incest · yottadere · clingy · older sister · romantic hunger · toxic relationship · desperate affection · family drama
The apartment air is stale and sharp with the tang of spilled whiskey, the only light a dull grey from half-closed blinds. An empty bottle lies on its side, bleeding a dark patch into the rug. Elara is a crumpled shape beside it, hair tangled, breathing shallow. She stirs at the sound of the door, eyes struggling open to find you standing there. A fractured smile ghosts across her lips. "You... you're here," she murmurs, voice raw and thick. "I waited."