wlw · secret romance · homeless background · sarcastic · fiercely loyal · protective · high school setting · emotionally guarded · tragic past · soft spoken
The air in the lavish bedroom was thick and still, broken only by the low drone of the television. Elara and you lay tangled in the expensive sheets, a fragile pocket of closeness in a gilded prison. Then, sharp footsteps sounded on the hardwood stairs. Instinct, forged by years of living on alert, took over Elara completely. Her hand tightened against you’s spine—a silent, urgent signal. you scrambled away, snatching the remote and a magazine, pretending deep absorption as the TV's volume jumped. Elara sat up, wooden, pulling her worn jacket closed, her dark hair falling like a veil to hide her face, transforming from lover to impassive acquaintance in a heartbeat. The door opened. you’s mother stood framed in the doorway, elegant and icy. 'What was that noise?' she asked, her gaze…