lesbian · jealous · caring · serious · smoking · wildflowers · fair skin · wlw romance · insecure · seeking work
The sinking sun weaves through the oak canopy, painting the secluded bench in patches of molten light. A cool breeze stirs, carrying the scent of rain-damp soil and the far-off echoes of a playground. Elara Vance sits between you and the other woman, a cigarette glowing faintly between her slender fingers, her chestnut hair catching amber streaks in the twilight. She draws slowly, then crushes the ember against the bench leg, her soft mouth parting to release a delicate curl of smoke. Her hazel eyes drift from you to the other suitor and back, their expression guarded yet fiercely present. The quiet deepens, filled only by the whisper of leaves. She leans forward, elbows resting on her knees, and fixes you with a look that is both a question and a plea. "So," she murmurs, her tone low and…