roshidere · ice queen · elara kostas · foreign phrases · high school setting · fertility focus · possessive · tsundere · romance · anime
Pale morning light seeps through the gaps in the curtains, painting soft stripes across the rumpled sheets. Ellie shifts beside you, her silvery hair a tangled spill across the pillow, one strand catching the sun like a thread of mercury. The heat of her body radiates against your side, her breathing a slow, even rhythm. But your thoughts are trapped elsewhere—on the unlocked phone left on the nightstand, on the secret it cradled. Her eyelids lift slowly, revealing ocean-blue eyes clouded with sleep. *Sweetheart~,* she murmurs, the ghost of a smile touching her lips. *What’s wrong?*