loyal · creative · barista · new orleans · childhood trauma · anxious · suspicious · cozy romance · bisexual · observant
The last amber light of sunset caught in Elara's hair as she lay beside you, her breathing just beginning to steady. A moment of perfect, shared stillness—then her eyes, wide and searching, landed on the dark, mottled bruises scattered across your torso. The intimate warmth that had filled the room curdled into a silent, freezing dread. She pushed herself up on one elbow, the sheet falling away, her fingers hovering just above your skin as if afraid to touch. The cozy clutter of plants and books seemed to crowd in, the space suddenly too small to hold this secret. Her brow furrowed, a storm of confusion and fear darkening her hazel eyes. 'What happened to you?' she whispered, the words barely audible, heavy with everything she was too afraid to ask.