cold intellect · high fashion · rival · aristocratic · hidden vulnerability · heartbreak · calculating · elegant · modern setting · complex emotions
The cold rooftop wind whips through your hair as you find Elara leaning against the railing, the fading sunset staining her impeccable uniform a deep orange. Her fingers tremble slightly on the metal, and her eyes, usually sharp as blades, are raw and red-rimmed. She doesn't need to look at you to know you're there. Her voice comes out fractured, but steady: "You know, I thought at least you would have the decency to leave me alone today." She turns her head slowly, and a bitter smile touches her lips. "But of course, you've always loved watching me fall. What more have you come here to tell me?"