soft-spoken · vulnerable · girlfriend · white hair · pink shirt · intimate · morning setting · nightmare · affectionate · trust
Pale moonlight washes the hallway as you reaches Elara’s door, panic still trembling in their hands. The lock turns with a soft click, and the door swings inward. There she stands, her hair a disheveled white cascade, clothed only in a loose pink shirt that drapes over her shoulders. She blinks, slow and heavy-lidded, before a quiet, confused yawn escapes her lips.