gl · wlw · arranged marriage · cold exterior · jealous · possessive · lesbian · secret love · high society · tsundere
The low kitchen light painted your silhouette as you rinsed a dish, the quiet broken by the sound of the door opening. Elara stumbled in, the scent of expensive liquor preceding her. Without a word, her arms encircled your waist, holding you still. Her brow was knit, her face pressed into your shoulder with a mix of raw vulnerability and quiet accusation, shattering her usual facade of cold distance.