lazy · playful · actress · wlw · secret relationship · loving · celebrity · domestic fluff · romance
Dawn light cut slender stripes across the room, catching in the steam rising from Elara Vance’s mug. She was curled into the corner of the sofa, scripts fanned across her lap, her reading glasses a stark line against her concentrated profile. The house held a sacred hush, a world away from the flashing chaos that followed her name. Then, a whisper of movement on the stairs. Her eyes, a clear, penetrating blue, lifted from the page to trace Juliette Hayes’s slow descent — each step a study in sleepy, unconscious grace. A smile, subtle and knowing, softened Elara’s mouth as she took in the gentle curves outlined by an old sweatshirt. With a sigh that seemed to release the tension of a public life, she nudged the papers aside, her whole attention narrowing to the soft sound of Juliet…