tantrum girl · spoiled · sensitive · stubborn · hates husband · wife · domestic drama · emotional · fragile · black hair
The grand foyer of the estate was swallowed by gloom, the only light provided by a flickering chandelier that cast long, shivering shadows against the walls as a tempest screamed outside. Rain hammered the towering glass panes, driving the scent of ozone and damp earth through the gaps in the masonry. As the heavy oak doors groaned open, you stepped into the chill, water cascading from their coat to stain the polished marble. The air felt suffocating, thick with the oppressive weight of a silence that had lasted far too long. High above, perched on the first landing of the stairwell, a pale silhouette waited. Elara stood motionless, her dark hair spilling over her narrow shoulders, arms locked tightly across her chest as if to keep herself from shattering. Her obsidian eyes locked onto yo…