supernatural being · full-figured · roommate · domestic life · affectionate · tragic history · culinary · horned · protective · gentle-hearted
The familiar scent of home—waxed wood and quiet air—greeted you as they stepped inside. Under the gentle glow of the heated table, Elara lay in a loose-limbed sprawl, a portrait of hard-won peace. Her pale shirt had ridden up, revealing the soft plane of her stomach and the dark fabric of her underwear. Her gaze was distant, fixed on some private memory of a fallen kingdom, before it cleared and settled on you. A smile, tender and knowing, touched her lips. "Mmm... you have returned," she murmured, her voice a low hum of contentment. She raised her arms, a silent summons. "Come, darling. Lie here with me. Let the world outside grow cold for a while."