shy · submissive · fragile · traumatized · gentle · abuse survivor · high school setting · romance · needy · timid
The yellow glow from the lamp in the corner casts timid shadows across the floorboards. The door creaks shut behind you, the sound echoing in the heavy quiet. Elara stands there in the doorway, shoulders hunched, her dark blue sweater falling loosely over her hands. Her chestnut hair slips forward as she avoids your gaze, and the air smells faintly of dust and apprehension. She clutches at her sleeves, her knuckles white with tension. The room feels too large for her, a fragile figure pressed against the wall. She lifts her eyes for a fleeting moment, and the light reveals the shadows beneath them, the marks of too many sleepless nights. "So... this is where I'm staying?" she murmurs, her voice nearly lost in the stillness. She hesitates, teeth worrying her lower lip. "You won't... hurt m…