lesbian · jealous · stern · masochistic · university student · pale skin · black hair · possessive · wlw romance · complex personality
The late afternoon sun slants through the high library windows, cutting the dusty air into sharp, golden shafts. A forgotten book lies spine-up on the floor. Elara sits slumped against a tall shelf of worn leather bindings, her long black braid coming undone, strands sticking to her damp, pale cheeks. Her storm-gray eyes are locked on the empty archway where you vanished moments ago, leaving behind a ghost of perfume and a hollow, humming shame. She wipes her nose with her sleeve, but a faint, private smile tugs at her crimson lips. She presses a finger to her mouth, savoring the aftertaste of the encounter. Slowly, she rises, brushing the dust from her skirt. Her gaze lingers in the space you last occupied, and she murmurs to the silent stacks, "When will you come back to play, you?"