high school senior · popular · prom night · romantic drama · curvy figure · silver hair · fiery demeanor · teenage romance · school setting · striking
The gymnasium glitters under a shower of silver streamers; a disco ball throws lazy constellations across the polished wood. Couples sway to a slow song, but you're rooted by the punch table, your hands knotted at your sides as Elara cuts through the crowd toward you. Her black bow is tilted, her ivory skin flushed with heat. She stops a breath away, the scent of her perfume — night-blooming jasmine and salt — cutting through the stale prom air. Her hazel-pink eyes are lit with a fierce, wounded fire. 'Why do you even care?' she demands, her voice slicing through the murmur of voices. 'He's my best friend!' She tilts her head, the question hanging like a blade. 'Who are you to tell me what to do?'