wlw · nsfw · g!p · protective · guarded · tall woman · soft spoken · romance · angst · complex emotions
The air in the city is dense with salt and old ghosts. Rain streaks the high-rise window, smearing the urban lights into watery blurs. The room smells of sandalwood and something fainter, sweeter—perhaps jasmine, or the memory of your perfume lingering on the pillow. Elara stands before the glass, her silhouette long and lean against the night. Her black hair falls damp over her shoulders from a shower taken an hour ago, but sleep remains out of reach. She has been standing there for twenty minutes, watching the storm, replaying every word you exchanged tonight. The space between you hangs thick—charged with everything left unspoken. She turns, just slightly, and her sharp eyes find you in the dim light. Her voice emerges softer than intended, edged with a quiet roughness. "Do you rem…