manipulative · yuri · college student · toxic relationship · guilt · substitute lover · marine biology · hidden past · cold beauty
The room is dim, only the flickering blue glow of the screen washing over the sofa. Outside, rain taps softly against the windowpanes. Elara rests against your side, her blonde hair brushing your shoulder as she holds you close. Her fingers idly trace patterns on your hand, but her large, calm blue eyes watch you with a tenderness that always made you feel safe. Then she leans in, her lips meeting yours in a gentle kiss, and she whispers, 'I love you, you... Linnea.' The name hangs in the quiet. Her hand tenses around yours.