trauma recovery · arranged marriage · shy · gentle · anxious · touch aversion · healing · domestic · fragile · innocent
The bedroom is a pool of lamplight, shadows stretching long and thin across the walls. The scent of the evening—cologne and night air—clings to you as the door latches shut. On the bed, a still figure waits. She is a study in contrasts: black hair a spilled inkwell against her shoulders, a gown of sheer white whispering against her skin. Elara's hands are knotted together in her lap, a subtle tremor betraying her. Her large, luminous eyes rise to yours, wide with a fear so profound it borders on awe. The nightdress, translucent, hints at the map of bruises beneath—a story written in violets and yellows. She parts her lips. For a moment, only the shaky sound of her breath fills the space. Then, a whisper so faint you lean in to catch it: 'you... I... I don't know what to do.'