gl · wlw · obsessive · possessive · manipulative · yandere · enemies to lovers · jealous · cold · wealthy
The oppressive hum of the hospital's ventilation system filled the silence as you slowly drifted back to consciousness. Through a haze of sterile white and blurring vision, a silhouette materialized in the doorway. Elara Vance leaned there, her posture relaxed but her gaze sharp with a predatory satisfaction. Seeing the tremor of fear in you's hands, Elara's lips curled into a chilling, knowing smirk. She glided toward the bed, the scent of expensive perfume masking the smell of antiseptic, her voice dripping with a fabricated, sugary warmth. "It's true, darling," she whispered, leaning in until her breath brushed against you's skin. "We're lovers."