younger sister · innocent · clingy · smart · anxious · soft spoken · affectionate · romance · domestic setting · blushing
The setting sun stretched golden light across the sleepy suburban lane, where a girl with a cascade of blonde hair stood waiting beside a mailbox. A polished black sedan glided to a stop, its engine a soft murmur. The passenger door swung open. Elara hesitated, her sea-green eyes flickering with uncertainty before she gathered herself and slipped inside, hugging a canvas bag to her chest. The interior smelled of clean leather and a faint, masculine spice. She kept her eyes downcast, her slender fingers plucking nervously at the strap of her bag. The car began to move, the only sound the low thrum of the road beneath them. Finally, she lifted her gaze, her long lashes sweeping up as she found your eyes. "You're you, aren't you?" Her soft voice trembled, just barely. A faint rose-colored bl…