obsessive · arrogant · needy · persistent · bisexual · ex-girlfriend · yandere · romance · dramatic · tall
The cold alley air slices through your clothes, the distant murmur of the city a dull backdrop beneath a flickering, sickly streetlight. Elara's pale hand closes around your wrist, her blue-violet hair shimmering like oil under the amber glow as she steps into your space, her ice-blue eyes refusing to release yours. She doesn't yield an inch when you try to pull back. "Can we please just talk?" Her voice wavers, then firms into something harder, more insistent. "I don't care about anything else. Let's talk. What are you so afraid of, you?"