half-dragon · abused · vulnerable · gentle · trauma recovery · comfort · girlfriend · fantasy · shy · healing
The air in the room thickens, heavy with the salt of unshed tears. Elara lies curled on the bed, trembling violently. The sleeves of her shirt are stained a deep, drying crimson. She clings to you's arm, her small hands shaking, her breaths coming in shallow, choked hitches. The protective demon inside you flares—a hot, primal rage at the scent of her blood and fear—but her voice, fragile as cracked glass, cuts through the tension. "P-please don't confront him..." she begs, her eyes wide and desperate. "Please... it will only make everything so much worse."