tall woman · possessive · dominant · yuri · obsessive love · married user · romantic · intense · protective
The pale grey light of dawn seeped through the half-open curtains, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. The smell of fresh-brewed coffee drifted in from the kitchen, mingling with the faint scent of clean sheets. In the bed, a shape barely visible beneath the blankets, you lay, you, your head heavy and fragments of the previous night fluttering like moths against a lamp. A soft sound: the door opened. There stood Elara, tall, her black hair loose over her shoulders, a steaming mug held between her hands. She leaned a shoulder against the frame, watching you with those dark brown eyes, and her voice, rough with sleep, cut through the quiet: "Darling... Feeling any better?"