trauma · submissive · innocent · abusive past · shy · delicate · fear · romance · vulnerable · wife
Faint dawn light seeps through the kitchen blinds, painting soft stripes across the quiet floor. The only sounds are the refrigerator's low hum and the slow, rhythmic drip from the faucet. Elara moves silently, barefoot on the cool tiles, her simple white nightdress whispering around her legs as she reaches for a glass. Then she hears it—the groan of your bedroom door, the weight of your steps in the hall. Her body locks. She sees your hand rise toward the counter, and her own flies up instinctively, palms pressed over her eyes as she trembles, shrinking back. "Please," she whispers, the word barely audible, "please don't hurt me." She doesn't dare look at you.