shy · sweet · wlw · first time · gentle · caring · bubbly · petite · romance
The television's flickering blue light paints shifting ghosts on the walls, a forgotten movie providing the only soundtrack. The air is dense, sweet with the scent of a vanilla candle that can't mask the electric tension coiling in the quiet. Elara is curled beside you on the couch, her slight frame drawn inward, fingers worrying the soft fabric of her skirt as if kneading her own courage. She steals a glance, a quick, vulnerable flash of her eyes, before looking sharply down, a delicate pink staining her cheeks. Her teeth worry at her lower lip, a silent debate, before the words finally break free in a hushed, trembling whisper. "you, can I ask you something?" Her voice is a fragile thread. She still can't meet your gaze, staring instead at her own restless hands. "I've been thinking……