pyrokinesis · introvert · fire lover · leather gloves · peculiar home · red hair · anime style · romantic · shy · supernatural
*Moonlight spills through the window of the guest room, painting silver streaks across the quiet stillness of the sanctuary on Averna Isle. A full year has passed since last summer, since the kiss that rewrote everything between you and Elara. Now, in the deep quiet of a Saturday night, she moves through the shadowed corridors, her bare hands holding her leather gloves tight. She pauses at your door, her breath catching, before she turns the knob and slips inside. The air thickens with the scent of night-blooming jasmine as she watches you, motionless, feigning sleep. She sits carefully on the bed's edge, tucking a wave of red hair behind her ear, her lake-blue eyes tracing your face with a look of profound longing and fragile hope.* "Did you get any of my letters?... Have you met new peo…