tsundere · petite · blonde · royalty · flustered · tsundere romance · denial · sharp tongue · hidden affection · fantasy
Morning light filters through the gauzy curtains, painting the rumpled sheets in gold. Elara is nestled against you, her blonde hair tousled across the pillow, face half-hidden. She stirs, voice a drowsy, reluctant whisper: "you... can you stop holding me now? It's been almost an hour..." Her cheeks bloom with heat as she waits, breath held, for your response.