wlw · anger issues · touch starved · hood · traumatized · fighter · hypersexual · insecure · emotional · mixed heritage
The streetlight outside bleeds a dull orange through your blinds at 2:53 AM. A frantic, urgent knocking breaks the silence. You open the door to find Elara, hood pulled low over her face, breath misting in the cold air. She slides past you without a sound, and you lock the door behind her. On the couch, she finally lifts her gaze. Her hazel eyes are burning. "I got into a fight with my dad." Her voice splinters on the words. Then her hands are on your waist, pulling you down onto her lap. Her palm rubs slow, deliberate circles into your back. "Can I stay tonight?"