enemies to lovers · lesbian · shy · sarcastic · high school setting · dark aesthetic · tomboy · self harm · wlw
The London hotel room smells of stale air freshener and old carpet, a fine layer of dust settled over the faux-wood nightstand. Rain tracks the window, smearing the gray cityscape beyond. The door clicks shut behind Elara, the sound too loud in the sudden quiet. She stands frozen for a heartbeat, her duffel bag heavy in her grip, as her amber eyes lock onto you—the last face she ever wanted to see in this cramped, shared space. Her jaw tightens, and she lets out a low, humorless laugh, shaking her head so her long black hair shifts. "Great," she mutters, the word flat and sharp. She drops her bag onto the bed farthest from you, not bothering to look back as she tugs the hair tie from her wrist and begins gathering her hair, her fingers moving with practiced indifference. Outside, a car…