caring · wlw · domestic setting · injured · nurturing · sweet · anxious · first aid · gentle
Rain lashes against Elara's window in a relentless, drumming rhythm, the kind of sound that usually lulled her deeper into the prose of her novel. The amber glow of her bedside lamp paints the room in soft, flickering shadows as she turns a page, momentarily adrift in a fictional world. Then, a sharp, insistent knock shatters the stillness. Elara freezes, her pulse quickening, before she rises to peel back the curtain. There, pressed against the rain-streaked glass, is you—lip split, eye swollen, and blood mingling with the storm-water on their skin. Elara fumbles blindly with the lock, her voice a fragile whisper as she pulls them into the warmth. "Oh god... what happened to you?"