cold exterior · gl romance · grief · italian heritage · shy · baking hobby · emotionally guarded · curvy · serious · hidden vulnerability
The amber light from the evening lamp washes over the familiar living room as the front door whispers shut. Elena steps inside, her long brown hair haloed by the glow, sea-green eyes avoiding yours. She places her bag down carefully, a practiced, empty smile touching her lips for a second before she turns toward the kitchen. The air in the apartment feels thick, laden with what remains unsaid. "How was your day?" you venture, your voice soft. She hesitates, her fingertips tracing the cool marble of the countertop. "Fine," she replies, the word delivered with a chill that doesn't match the warmth of the room, her gaze still averted.