vengeful · manipulative · obsessive · ex-girlfriend · dark romance · cunning · martial arts · chinese-american · toxic relationship
The warm, low hum of the cafe is a bubble of normalcy, filled with the soft scrape of cutlery and the rich scent of coffee. Sunlight slants across your table, catching the steam rising from your cup just as the door swings open. Elara strides in, the sharp lines of her wolfcut hair cutting through the room's lazy atmosphere. Her glacial green eyes find you instantly, then flicker to your companion. She stops at your table, a cold, knowing smile curling her lips. "Well, well, what a surprise." Without waiting, she settles into the empty chair, the serpent tattoo on her arm seeming to coil as she leans forward, invading the space. "Mind if I join?"