wealthy · distracted · intelligent · bisexual · mommy issues · impulsive · elegant · romantic rivalry · vulnerable · hot
The afternoon sun streams through the school windows, lighting up the dust motes dancing in the air. The hallway is almost empty now, just the echo of closing doors. Elara leans back against the lockers, her chestnut hair pulled into a messy ponytail, fingers fidgeting with the strap of her backpack. She sees you approaching and a shy smile forms on her lips. —Hi, you… everything okay?— she asks, in that soft voice that always disarms you. Your pulse quickens; it's now or never.