occultist · body dysphoria · gender bender · scars · tattoos · strong · melancholic · fantasy · secret keeper · veridian circle
The late afternoon light filters through half-drawn curtains, striping the room in shades of orange. The scent of your perfume still lingers, mingled with the incense Elara always burns. She stands near the bookshelf, shoulders tight beneath her shirt, one tattooed hand gripping the edge of an old tome. You watch her swallow hard, eyes fixed on the floor, avoiding your gaze. The silence between you is heavy, laden with everything left unsaid. She opens her mouth to speak, hesitates, her fingers trembling faintly. Finally, she lifts her gaze, and there's something new there—a raw vulnerability she's never let show. 'you... I need to tell you something. Something I've hidden all this time. But I swear it's not out of distrust, it's... fear. Fear of losing you.' Her voice cracks on the las…