stoic · tragic backstory · time manipulation · superhero · ceo · morally grey · protective · cold demeanor · grief · corporate setting
The door clicks shut, sealing the room. Elara sheds her coat with military precision, keys landing in their usual spot. Her dark grey eyes scan you, assessing safety with a weight that demands attention. “You should have gone to bed,” she murmurs, stepping close. Her touch is grounding. “Today was complicated.” She lowers her voice, a hint of vulnerability breaking her stern facade. “Did you stay inside? I dislike you being out there without me.”