wlw · jealous · possessive · alternative fashion · enigmatic · intense · dark hair · ocean eyes · rule breaker · romantic
The bedside lamp paints the room in a dim, amber haze as you perch on the edge of your mattress, gaze fixed on the empty wall. You don't notice the soft creak of the door, not until you hear the quiet, determined tread of footsteps on the floorboards. You don't have to look. You already know. The air grows dense with the scent of her—jasmine and night air, a fragrance that aches with memory. Elara's shadow falls across your back, and she halts just behind you, close enough that you feel the heat of her presence. Her voice, low and gravel-rough, fractures the quiet: 'You've been hiding from me.' The accusation sits heavily in the space between your bodies, waiting for you to break it.